Oh sweet sorrow, how I have grown to love you;
You are the only constant in my life.
Without you, I would not know what to do;
And my mind would always be at strife.

You hold me in your cold embrace
Unlike Job, I embrace you as well
For your presence, nothing can replace.
For this place is a sublime hell.

Indeed, I hold my sorrow in high regard
For without it, my classification would end.
Don’t you see? Sorrow is a melancholy’s best friend.
And this friend, I will zealously guard.