I know, you who frowns down,
In feeble grin who s hiding dread and pain,
Put into death all hopes, up them blow
And wishes turn into the ashy rain.
I see your heart deprived of joy and favour,
I see your mind deprived of dreamy flight.
This world of yours denies all kinds of flavour
Which you can taste when you re in love and light.
This world of coldness stays away from fire,
It turns away both ecstasy and thrill,
No space in it for anguish and desire,
Just emptiness and darkness spill