When disgrace befallen me,
I suffered all on my own,
I cry to the heavens but all my cries are in vain,
Si I pity myself and curse the life I live,
And I wish and hope I lived his life,
Be as handsome as him and have his friends,
I desire his skills, and be
As smart as him, what I once enjoyed I no longer do,
Now I despise myself for having such thoughts,
However as I think of you,
My state of mind is,
Like a beautiful skylark rising from the black earth, singing hymns in heavens gate,
For your love can never be compared to any wealth,
I would never trade my life with kings.

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