A Song about the Transmigration of Souls.
Some people trust Muhammad, and some — Jesus for salvation,
If for the high your soul strives,
Ye’ll get your dreams again.
But if ye’ve lived a porker’s life,
A porker ye’ll remain.
If people look at you askance, it’s not the cause for crying —
Enjoy your life and don’t be cross,
Don’t gripe about your fate —
Directly into a big boss
Your soul may migrate.
Don’t worry if ye’re but a hand, ye’ll be reborn a foreman,
Get rid of venom if ye can,
Don’t imitate and fox —
We ought to live our earthly span
As normal decent folks.
So who is who and who was what? We’ll never get an answer.
To my delight I give free vent,
I’m like a saint, indeed...
These clever Hindus did invent
A comfortable creed!