"A man will give up
everything
for his life,"
Said one man in a book I
once
read.
That man was married to
a
foolish and wicked wife,
Who desired that he
should
meet his end.
"Are you still holding on
to
your integrity?" She
asked.
"You are talking like a
foolish
woman." He replied.
For He was bedeviled
with
pains by a fiend;
Despite that, he didn't at
all
utter a single sinful word.
This man was also very
unfortunate and
wretched;
For he had three
unsympathetics for
friends.
"May the day of my birth
perish." He cursed;
Because no one could
heal his
pains, not even his
friends.
He cursed and cursed the
day
of his birth again,
That day: may it turn to
darkness,
And may God above not
care
about it again.
Upon it, let there be murk
and
blackness.
Oh! how terrible it was
for that
man.
Fame and fortune were
once
his friends,
But all things for him are
now
vain.
Foolish wife, lost wealth,
bad
health, unsympathetic
friends.