Do not sprinkle yesterday's salt on the wounds
Worthy of a horse and kingdom, of the crowns
Not the one who boasts of his pain,
But the one who found a cure against.
Anyone's the master of desires,
but still won't get bogged down
in the mental dust
Not the one who drank in misery,
but the one who dared to master lust.
Fate is not a fan of tearful fables
Always wins in an unequal fight
Not one who's deeply unhappy/unstable
But the one who always shines at night.
Suffering is no more difficult
than counting on your fingers
Sorrows/joys are all in our power
Who likes sufferers? In it who lingers?
Nobody, who yearns for happiness
in zero hour.
