In some bad locality,
In a wicked community,
Lived a lad unhappily,
Stung by thorns innumerous.

He scooped up the offence, the offence
Quickly by a handful.
And the grief that he then felt,
Never was more painful.

Drink this poison with no measure!
For today it’s free to sip, free to sip.
Any rope can’t spin forever,
For it spins into a whip!

Poverty, necessity
Drives away a commoner.
Life flows imperceptibly,
Like a silky gossamer.

Those that have been easily swayed, led astray,
To the dicey crossroads,
They were drifted right away
To the prison strongholds.

Thoughts of mercy should be severed:
You have teeth to grit and gnash!
Any rope can’t spin forever,
For it spins into a lash!

Oh, my dashing countryside,
You I prowled in misery.
Scaffold is your only pride,
Plus, a rope that’s slithery.

And the hanged soon learn the Satan’s devil flame -
Their bare heels he’s licking.
It’s both laughter and a shame:
Can’t endure the living!

Cry not, weep not, joke as ever:
Tears will give you no support.
Any rope can’t spin forever,
For it gets cut always short!

Midnight thoughts are murkiest.
Builders work with energy.
Hanging time’s the earliest:
You will miss the liturgy.

Don’t regret, it’s all for naught, all for naught!
You don’t need postponement!
Since your rope’s without a knot,
Slips at any moment!

Waiting for your last endeavor,
Try to settle for a snooze.
Any rope can’t spin forever,
For it spins into a noose!