Woe

"At the bosom of the heaven, The woe keeps on spinning the wheel. The Milestone accompanies for hours, But the journey doesn’t end anywhere. The night is ready to meet the dawn, But my distance is not yet over. My children’s misfortunes Have stained my clothes, And the aloneness continues to lick my blood. The straws I gather from the ridge of the suburb, The Sun transforms them into the woes. It’s the eyes, that caused my dreams to burn, I remain under the sneaky watch of my own coffin."

"An Iliad of woes."

"Waste brings woe, and sorrow hates despair."

"When one is past, another care we have; Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave."

"And woe succeeds to woe."

"Long exercised in woes."

"Woe unto you,… for ye pay tithe of mint and anise and cummin."

"So perish all whose breast ne'er learned to glow For other's good or melt at other's woe."

"I was not always a man of woe."

"O, woe is me, T'have seen what I have seen, see what I see!"

"One woe doth tread upon another's heel So fast they follow."

"All these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come."

"Woes, cluster; rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel."