(This is about a man who feels like he has no alternative but to end his tortured and miserable existence.)

My life is full of sorrow, much misery and disgrace.

Bad tidings often follow, as I go from place to place.

Misfortune is an ally, despair I call my friend.

Those many tears I cry, never helps to make amends.

These failures they are many, happiness rarely known.

Now tell me is there any reason, why I should carry on?

To live a life of utter woe, knowing all the while,

Every day gets worse and so, the time has come to die.