The dawn breaks thru’ the night,
Too many dreams end jus’ ere
The birds chirp and chip in my slumber
Sunlight pierce my eyes thru’ the window.

Above the sun shines up
The birds scud to and fro
Routine the life appears to me,
Lifeless, vex, here I moan to lord, or
In my solitude I show furry upon things,
Unspoken I sit or move recklessly,v
Call out to angels many times,
Thus the day drags to an end
When the sun bids farewell.

The night appears more gruesome
The moon wanes and disappears,
People talking about their life,
So genial is life to them, but
A few are slack to duties.

Wish I being nigh those, who
Have nobody to say their tale
Of wretched life and agony.
Myriad problems abase them
Wish I could vivify at least a few,
Their savage life seems worth while.

I find no choice to their hurdles
What can a poet offer than words,
Rest I live it to Thy Majesty.
Later as the night prolongs,
Here in my escritoire I sit
Lamentable words I dash down.

I pray optatively to lord, about
My grief that is closed book.
I trow one day will verily come
When thou will agree my love.

I’m in a quod of love
Whispers the past to my ears
The words that we both shared.
Now you do abstain from,
But I still remember your
Glossy hair for which
You once expected a word or praise
Bashfully I turned away,
Is it for that you misjudge me?
Now I sing the song on beauty,
Her I remorse, you reconcile me.