Sorrow’s mysteries appear suddenly,
With haunting melancholy,
To drown the soul with deep anguish,
Which is the last thing we ever wish!
Oh me! Melancholy took her sovereign shrine,
Destroyed was peace mine,
With grief when I lost my dear friend,
Grief taking an upper hand.
Shattering me heart and soul,
Brewing deeply into my soul,
Like the dreary grey in the night
Melancholy seemed to gloat at my plight.
The awful sadness,
Came upon me like restless silence,
With no antidote to rescue me,
Rendering me miserable utterly.
Such a great loss,
Indeed, left me tempest tossed.
Plucking courage, I went to the funeral ceremony,
And mournfully though, managed to pray fervently.