Mr.Ill-Fated/ The Bulbul

Mr.Ill-fated I could not What it was in your fate, You wept and wept silently Averting our gaze Wiping with your hands yourself Going on the path of life Which but I saw it Just as a passer-by, A passer-by On the path of life! Sorry to say, I could not feel it, feel it, Your sorrow I could not Know it, What it ailed you, The cause of your frustration, Your depression, Your bad state of life, Ill-fated, Mr.Ill-fated! Sometimes think I when Pensive reflections take me over About your bad state, Your helplessness and hopelessness, The curves and crossings of your life And fate-lines, Your sorrow and pain, Your loneliness and frustration, God knows what was it in your fte And what is awaiting me? The Bulbul The small bulbul, How does it hop, play and dance And keep singing, The bulbul, The small bulbul Singing so sweetly Moving flower to flower, Taking short flights From a small height Perching on the small trees The songbird bulbul?