When will the troubling sea be calmed So that fishermen can fish ?
When will the surging water dry So that I can cross ?
How long will I continue to wait , Wait for the tempest to cease ? ***
Life is but a Journey ( Spoken by the Widow )
Life is like a journey To arrive at a destination .
Life is like a garment Worn out at any time .
If you ’ re clothed with favour There you are , Friends and people you don ’ t know stream in Sucking your wealth like bed bugs If you ’ re clothed with misery There you are , Forsaken like a desolate woman !