Inscriptions of loss dwell in my punctured heart,
Inconsolably my tears fall.
Who will answer my crumbled call?
Inscriptions of loss; written on my broken heart.
The tears of the cloud frowned as it angrily fell on me,
The gloomy cloud cared not to remember me;
From its womb I grew –
Born, loved and nurtured by nature.
The leaves maliciously flew,
The trees gossiped beyond measure,
The earth felt so hot by day,
The eye of heaven scorched on me so hard.
The stars dimmed so bad,
The moon made fun of me,
An untimely occurrence caused it all –
My mother{nature} wickedly forsook me.
Nature betrayed me;
I shall silently weep,
I will express my lasting pain
As tears from the cloud made my flesh creep.
Oh! No! My days are filled with unceasing rain;
Nature caused the cloud to weep
Unceasing rain of unceasing pain.
Arise! Fair sun from the jungle
And deliver me from this unceasing rain
That makes me fall and stumble.
Arise! Fair king of the jungle
And deliver me from this unceasing rain of pain!
…but, will nature permit this unceasing rain of pain to forever stop?
