Missing Stanzas of Pessimist’s Grief

Life can be cruel, but all in all, it's still beautiful!

Life’s destiny is perfidious

So uncouth and full of chaos,

Offers only brief jubilation

But foresees prolonged lamentation.

 

 

Where is the beauty in constant bite

Of cruel agony, you need to fight?

Those who claimed that life was beautiful,

Indeed, were the greatest blind and fool.

 

 

When is the end of this monstrous tumult?

Is the pessimist’s grief really a fault?

His very wretched and exhausted soul,

Awaits the grave of his ending fall.