Listening to joyous jig that sayeth:
Like life, the joys on earth mundane are made,
As all things born alive sooner get dead,
O Dance of Life, ye too shall lose thine breath.
Man's bliss designed neither long nor yet rife,
I wonder if man wary be of spring,
Monsoon might come, clouds of sorrows to bring,
No matter what, in sorrows sink man's life.
And moments of joy harder get to hail,
If fleeting springs are deemed seasons unfair,
As darkling clouds of despair always tail,
It's sad, but man's given O to despair.
Let mundane me then small passing joys chase,
Not ecstasies, should boon of joys turn blasé'!
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Sonnets | 04.10.10 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A dance of life! ! Overcoming the clouds of sorrow. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Yes indeed dance of life, thanks for visiting