Daughter read my modest words,
Words that flow from a heart longing for a daughter’s smile.
A reply to your wailing cry
Happiness is not your tormented envy,
It is not a heart full of grieve,
And is surely not lamenting over your lost lover.
Happiness can never be found in a bereft and lost soul,
Neither can it be found in a bosom depleted of joy.
Happiness can never be gained or bought