If a dead relative came back from the afterlife.
He would ask him if it was true that he had humped his wife.
And on a day so sunny.
Had he sneaked into his house and stole all his money.
His guess was that the answer was yes and this was not good.
So he wanted his relative to burn in hell and he would supply the wood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem