No friend, no company, no one is my close friend,
Even the Barman calls me' A good for nothing, all time drunkard'
The whole world has count me out
Even the closest family has turned against me
The night has come ' The wife of the devil's
I'm happy, proud of every grief
It's slavery for couple of days
The debts of my forefathers are like a york on my neck
I will repay that at any cost
And be free
Let me drink to my grave; I won't sleep without my liquor
Am a habituated alcoholic
And am not stopping soon; night and day are same
Mosquitoes come we story for the night.
You are the only one who benefits from me
My freedom will come from the east.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem