There was a time when noise is sonorous
When joy is lifted to the air
And the sand on the the ground jumps in rejoice
For a man is filled with blessings and happiness
Now, there came a dark moment
When sorrows and tears are like staple meal
When dust is blown into the eyes of man
He becomes desolate and destitute
He cries aloud but no one hears
If loving mansion becomes a dungeon
He lives as though he is a wanderer
Misery becomes is songs
But behold this man sings his songs of misery joyfully
Shunning his worries and sorrows
Singing from dusk to dawn
Rejoicing in his afflictions
With the hope that time heals all wounds
Awaiting another glorious moment
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