SHATTERED LIFE
Why is the people sit solitary
A people filled with joy and happiness.
Have become as a widow
That moan for lost one
People that was great
Among is peers,
and among nation have become
Tributary.
I weep sore in the night,
And my tears are on my cheeks.
Among all my love ones
No one was able to comfort
My sorrow heart.
All my friends have taking
Counsel to pull down on the
Sound of time,
they are my enemies.
My people have gone into
Affliction, no rest
All there persecutors Overtook them before their eyes,
all their effort
To get them out from it seems
Abortive,
All my days I mourn,
because none come to my rescue
My people are afflicted and
am in...