Momentary liberation
The death gives the soul
Predestined are all the carriers
meant for the soul to live and dwell
Till the Time times its birth
Soul hovers its length and breadth
Takes a look of all its descendants
With pride and distress filling its gist
In the vast emptiness up above
Imaginary world of heaven dangles
In the vast darkness down under
Illusionary world of hell strangles
Passing through both these illusions
Soul waits for permanent solution
A human birth awaits its duration
Fair and good deeds helps in salvation
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I would like to translate this poem
Fair and good deeds helps in salvation indeed. A Good write