What happens to me after death, I don’t care.
Whether I’m buried or cremated, I don’t care.
I don’t pray Him: I don’t ask anything either.
Whether it is Heaven or Hell, I don’t care.
I like walking on untrodden windy paths.
Whether I reach the destination, I don’t care.
It is enough for me that we love each other.
Whether we could live together, I don’t care.
Please drench my parched lips with some drink.
Whether it’s whisky, rum or brandy, I don’t care.
I know that Adam was expelled from the heaven.
Whether I too am expelled or not I don’t care
I hope my poems are read after I am gone.
Whether they’re rewarded or not, I don’t care.