Got up just now, had a pain in the throat, Looked at the clock; the hour said fourth. Had a bottle on the table by the bed, Opened the cap to bring an end to the drought. You may or may not water the plants, But shall you water the throat at a glance. To see the next morning before everyone else, You have to place a bottle by the bed. Survive the night; the ghosts will wait. Drink water first, for even they would’ve said, “Isn’t it our job to scare you to death?” But here you are, choking yourself to hell. Think about them who don’t have anyone; Who would give them water at night? They would try to reach for the bottle by the bed, But would knock it down a pit, as expected. Before sleeping, take a bottle by the bed; Let it be a plastic one or one made of steel, But don’t you dare to use a glass bottle, You don’t have any time to chew some crystals. Don’t awake the neighbourhood, don’t split while Drinking water; you don’t have another bedsheet. Drink as if you have life in your hands, for it is True, that water’s got another name—life.