Life is sweet and bitter
It rotates from grass to grace
But will surely end some day.
But what will it profit you?
To swap soul for pleasure
Remember a Day of reckoning is coming.
On that Day,
Many a soul will weep blood
Crying over a spilt milk
Oh! What a awful Day.
Souls are languishing in hades
Wishing if they had known
Who will save them?
Pervert or perish
No repentance in the grave
For that Day is near
The judgment Day.