A look of pain Iím and see no cure quick,
I boast not but weep being old, weak and sick.
Iím lost arrow though, put in nationís bow,
Use me again if the nation thinks so,


1.         The literal version of line 3 and 4 is as follows:
In nationís quiver Iím lost arrow though,
I am fit to be used from the same bow.
Basic thought:- That my nation has forgotten me.