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
© Peter Struwwel. Translation, ?