Let me know my native place

Now let me know my native place.

From where I came, wherein solace;
The piles of wealth that fatten pride, Will not accompany you when die;
Ye take to plunder robbing mass With cruelty you men harass.
Let ye enjoy for couple of days;
Ye have to die and leave the place.
Let us proceed towards graveyard. Where is consumed the whole of world; Ferocious Izrael shall tax.
Loadful of souls acroos Styx.
And more than all the people here. Bullah is the time-worn sinner.