On the astonished breast of pathos is
Playing a musical
remembrance-sound of water
In the inner heart's chamber!!!!
The endless tides of perception,
We are weak humans to disclose it
Oh! Irony is our live for this bright world !!!
The earth is gloomy and broken are our huts
Hope is just a wick of flicker in our lives
Truth is defunct pride on the foundation of falsehood!!!!
The oppressed revolt of tormenting sounds
Is snatching the beauty of life from the beautiful earth
As if the grey evening were killing it, with its own colors !!!
The stoic clouds are surrounding the sky
And a pathetic breeze is flowing to make a shape of death
From the shouting wild wind !!!