Stormy is the day at the pavilion
How come I hear a wail in wind and rain?
Through the curtain I saw a sedan there
It must be a bride on her wedding chair
Happy should one be on this lucky day
What mishaps make her pearl- like tears lay?
Suddenly I came to know a world truth
Not all the people are rolled in wealth
Some hungry souls are filled with misery
Some ill-fortuned over their losses cry
The one in the sedan plays a different song
In her there must be hidden feelings strong
