I'm not the light of an eye, for me none has a care,
This is me, laying in my grave, why should people mourn me, dust merely scattered there,
I'm not lovely song, why would someone listen to me?
I'm a painful scream, I'm just a plaintive prayer,
My face is truly ugly and scarred, from love i have been barred,
I'm the waste placed in the garden, I'm the leaves scattered everywhere,
Nor i am anyone's beloved, nor i am anyone's rival,
I'm a devastated region, which the would could not repair,
Why should people come and mourn, with flowers why adorn,
Why should they burn the candles, on the tomb of deep despair.
