Flurries of despair have filled the groves
of my heart with strife
Violent storms of bitter anguish have
scattered to the winds the blossoms of
my life
Many years have gone by since I last
had the golden dreams of my beauty
My eyes have poured out all the pearls
and their treasury is now empty
All my sighs now lie asleep behind the
silent shelter of my closed lips
My whole wealth of life now consists of
those dreary and mad pains of chips
But what does anyone care and what
can the heartless people do for me?
But after stealing my precious Pretty
Lotus why did He take her away from
me?
Cruel as fate, wordless as sorrow,
mysterious as a shadow of my dreams
Deep in my agony, lost in the darkness,
where do I go to find the streams?
And when my eager desires were reaped
where did my Pretty Lotus go?
Who took her soul away that was part
of me and showing me the way to go?
Today is Good Friday the day that the
Lord has made for us to rejoice and
enjoy
I have spilled my agitation of my frail
being and I can no longer find any joy.
