This sunny season's once the heart's long yawn.
Blissful moment, a heart image...

Farewell is my accolade,
I say to the time gone by...

She said she loves me,
that may be or may not be true...

On this doomed and gloomed dawn,
here I lie alone...

Grief rushed in like a lion,
joy crawled out like a snail...

So many tears; nobody 's there.
Consolation and relief, are all worthless lies...

My tears are just flowing,
like the verses of your poem...

In their chambers they sit,
swimming in the ocean of unhealthy wealth...

My keen starring at the past;
is quaking my dreams of the future...

More stinker is coming of this vicissitude.
Life glamour is getting lost...

At the time of adversity galore,
bitterly he cries...

I have gone a long way,
but now bored and wearied on this odyssey...