My disappointment
Feeling disappointed,
feel happiness comes to an end,
the sadness unceased,
my heart weeps and no tears shed.
My songs were sung in night's unending loneliness. ( 5 )
Oh ! these nights grow long into vanity 's mist.
My cups of deep despair filled with melancholy.
My seeds get sown in barren rocks of pathos.
My memory gets stung with bitter thorns,
soaked in hemlock. ( 10 )
Who comforts me in the shoulders of care and compassion ?
My guardian angels ………………….. ( 12 )
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