Why is that everything happens to me?
Why is that my mind is never let free?
Everything ultimately turns out to be a tragedy,
Never has my life been a smooth melody;

Amidst the ever rougher and roughest oceans, how long shall I float?
Filled with all sorrows and grief, I bloat;
Ill luck, black magic, any other nonsense you will see it in me,
Every bad element keeps me company, wherever I flee.

Failures in every walk of life has been my success,
Confidence in others, is what I’ve in excess.
I slip, keep slipping, I become a slipper,
Others walk on me comfortably and if they drink merrily, I am the dipper.