Breaking suddenly, driving rains momentaraly
restrains me from embarking the arduous jouney.
Kept indoors for long against my will,
feeling helpless, gradually I begin to break with anxiety;
Lating for a rare appointment in the prestigious hall,
too depressed to keep composed, to pause, I do wearily by the weeping window
to reflect on the sorry state of affair of the recent days;
Having failed to make a name from my brief prime
But why should a man of leisure bother with ranks and tittles?
A final look at the receding path
And I march on lament-fully too overcome with worldly concerns to sigh!