OF GRIEF
I seek for cure of ailment which wordly men provide.
But the more I seeketh its vanity arises.
Grief is more a balm for soul , that which once thought that cheer is the cure.
It soothes the pain and never it fails .
To grant thee the a purity of sense , the ease of soul.
A solace in mirth is but so untrue as one waketh it reminds the Truth
That when a man seeks peace grief brings the authentic dose which mirth and gaiety deny.
Lost in its sleep for long my senses deny their devotion
I but follow what this chaste dream in motion .
Since I know when one strives for peace , grief bestows the decree of heavenly King , and gives gaiety the long due sleep.
