Some believe in Mohammed Some in Allah some in Jesus
Some don’t believe in anything Not even in the devil, just to spite the rest
A good religion was devised by Hindus
That after the end we don’t die forever

Your soul strives upward
You’re born again with the dream
But if you lived like a pig
You remain a pig

Let them look at you slantwise, get used to their reproach
It’s only annoying when you’re born again even more caustic
But if you saw the death of your enemy during this life
In another you’ll receive a true, sharp-sighted eye

Live your life just like normal
There’s a reason to be happy
Since perhaps your soul is heading
Back to the chief

Such situations are in the scope of imagination
You were proud and respected but got born an idiot
But if this position doesn’t suit you much
Give thanks that He didn’t make you into beef

It’s better to get it over with right away
Than to accumulate offenses
Since if you’re going to be a nit-picker
You’ll end up a nit

So go ahead and live as a groundskeeper - You’ll be born again as the foreman
While after being a slave you’ll rise to government minister
But if you’re as stupid as a tree you’ll be born a Baobab tree
And you’ll be stuck a Baobad tree for a thousand years until you die

It would be annoying to live as a parrot
Or as a viper for a long century
In life, isn’t it much better to be
A decent fellow

So who is who and who was whom Sometimes we don’t know
The geneticists go mad from genes and chromosomes
Perhaps that shabby tomcat was formerly a scoundrel
While this nice fellow was once a good hunting dog

I’m leaping with enthusiasm
I’m avoiding temptations
Such a convenient religion
These Indians thought up