Laugh away troubles; there is
No other way to conquer woes.
Deluging sorrows come to nought
When wise men face them with firm thought.
Grief they face and put to grief
Who grieve not grief by mind's relief.
Who pulls like bulls patiently on
Causes grief to grieve anon.
Before the brave grief grieves and goes
Who dare a host of pressing woes.
The wise that never gloat in gain
Do not fret in fateful ruin.
The wise worry no more of woes
Knowing body's butt of sorrows.
Who seek not joy, deem grief norm
By sorrows do not come to harm.
In joy to joy who is not bound
In grief he grieves not dual round!
His glory is esteemed by foes
Who sees weal in wanton woes!
HOPE IN MISHAP
