The world is nothing, but a haven or sorrow
Where it is useless to even wait for the morrow
There are sufferings galore, ah, more than you can bear
They all join together, and your stout heartstrings, tear.
Does the world seem perturbed, - Oh no, it does not care
It increases your burdens, until you cannot bear
Are tears of any use – they do not seem to be so
Even looking at them makes people laugh and go..
It seems that stones have replaced the hearts of most men
Who find such sympathy quite beyond their ken
What is the outlet to all this sorrow, tell me, my dear friend
Can you at least, your shoulder, to me, lend
Can you help me in filling up this gap?
Shall I persevere, so that misery leaves my lap?