Be it a God, an emperor or a beggar –
We all, despite our ranking or statue,
Experience those dreadful, dreary days,
When we wish the world would disappear.
It fells, like being hit by the freezing aegir,
You gasp, you drown. You are helplessly blue.
You are stuck in the mocking maze,
You hate the merry folks and their cheer.
These days will come, you’ll end in the gutter,
Wishing for something to erase this hell.
But all you need to do is churn milk into butter,
The frog could do it. You can do it as well.