state [Theme]

When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.




When, persecuted and people, and rock,
One with the other, in desperation wild,
I the wilderness of heaven, disturb vain cry,
Look at the world with fierce eye,
Wanting to be richer in hope,
Beautiful, always among friends
Skillful, not knowing failure,
And I hate everything in my fate, -
I, myself despising myself for it,
Suddenly thought of you in heaven
(Like a lark at dawn from the face
Of the earth) are my national anthem on the eve of Raya...
So, just remembering your love,
I despise the lot of kings.