Mother of poetry why do you weep?
Through the clouds in solace you peep;
Unworshiped you are here and yonder;
We’re unaware of you, never ponder;
Once you’re fed up with the delicious sweet,
Now you’re offered to eat dust and heat;
Misery bound you in chains of dumbness;
Neglected you are, I observe so far,
Many more mighty hands here are
To serve you with all the classical care,
But they prefer to hunt the hiding hare;
Grant me the power of poetic skill,
I’ll try to fight out misery, evil.