1. I have abandoned rhyme, not out of my own boredom,
Except when the times grow difficult and troublesome.

2. But events have led me to speak of the misfortunes
That could make even mountains fall when they descend.

3. I've grown to hate poetry, for so many merely pretend
To be sincere though few of them really comprehend.

4. To live in comfort, a young man needs income and riches,
All else deemed by people as extra and worthless.

5. I fell silent like birds do when the meadows wilt,
And vegetation withers, overwhelmed by death and guilt.

6. Till I heard a tale about a young man, so fine and elegant,
That inspired me again, for the story was beautiful and excellent.

7. So in this account, I'm no poet in truth,
Just repeating what the storytellers recount to the youth:

8. A young man from a noble line, all his ancestors elite,
Of pure and precious origin, virtuous and discrete.

9. He spent his life building his honorable name,
Seeking glory, which he gained, and widespread fame.

10. But fate suddenly ruined the edifice of his might,
And fortune chipped away till he was battered and slight.

11. He fell just as stars fall from the skies to the earth,
For time and life can take away one's value and worth.

12. Once, he ruled mightily, commanding awe,
But now misfortunes assail him, clawing their paws.

13. He had a thousand friends and companions around,
Yet when tested, among them loyalty could not be found.

14. His friends deserted him, as if he was diseased,
Weak, with no aid against misfortunes to give him release.

15. Those who had sworn by his name now no longer care,
Like old religion renounced for one more debonair.

16. He wanders like a ship adrift on the ocean swell,
Swaying wherever the waves may toss and propel.

17. Only remnants of patience in his soul remain
To curb his urge to cry out from the ceaseless pain.

18. He hides his grief from others' gloating eyes,
Lest they glee at his fate and mock his cries.

19. In a house that misery made its abode,
Whose walls, like his ribs, fate had corroded.

20. Past it the winds howl, mournful tunes bellow,
While stars gaze sadly at its crumbling hollow.

21. When the moon rises bright on the horizon,
For some, it's a beacon; for him, a hollow vision.

22. For though its light can guide lost souls in the dark,
His tear-drenched eyes discern no hopeful spark.

23. People sleep; tranquility reigns far and wide.
But anguish and sorrow in him collide.

24. He ponders his grief and endless adversity,
Till life seems vain, even if deemed lovely.

25. He takes a knife, intending to end his pure life,
Before it could witness more useless strife.

26. He brings it closer to his chest, preparing to slice,
And leans to plunge it deep; his heart pays the price.

27. When a specter hurries toward him, urgent in pace,
A gentle voice in the darkness says, laced with grace:

28. "Stop now, for the sorrow you bear will soon be redressed,
When this long night ends, dawn shall glow at its best."

29. A woman it was, one of the noblest in our clan,
For good women's rewards are generous and grand.

30. She refused sleep to veil her eyes that night,
While hearts grieved; hers remained alert and bright.

31. Her face refused to smile in the midst of this plight,
Where agony filled each wounded heart with blight.

32. To him she tossed bread, then walked away,
With joy shining on her face, lighting up her way.

33. She told no one, seeking no fame or repute,
Nor beat drums to boast of her vital repute.

34. She did good, not to see her name in the news,
Trumpeted to neighbors from town to towns.

35. So should the wealthy remember the destitute!
I for the righteous women will vouch and refute

36. That towering mansions devoid of grace
Are but barren edifices, a meaningless space!

37. A woman's tears shed for others are most sincere,
Unlike those let flow for fortunes insincere.

38. For a nation not honoring its women
Is base and feeble, though appearing supreme.

39. Days without their light are gloom and darkness profound,
And joys besides theirs are but sorrows abound.

40. So nations must empower women within,
For life without their light is drear and grim.