A certain benign May Day heralds
Showers of heaven dropping,
God’s divine plan flourishing life.

On which infirmity twines me
With restless mind, weak body,
Constitution ravaged by medication.

Dire need was there for
Rest, succor, rejuvenation,
Coupled with that for company.

How painful, how boring, this sting,
It beneficence unveiled
Only to gurus, sages and saints.

Wretched lonesomeness,
Sour wind, variously uncheated
Save by a twin caring soul.

Partial affliction, I wonder
How widows, widowers and other loners,
Unshielded, cope with your darts.