When I wake up in the morning,     

I say in a smiling tone,    

I will find bad people,    

with the present calm.    

I will deal with the irritated,     

Without losing my joy,    

I will listen to the unloved,     

Without falling into agony.     

The soul is dyed,     

with the color of thought,     

Life is disgusting,    

trapped in resentment,    

We suffer more in our imagination,     

than in reality,     

and it is bad for the heart,     

to fall into this childishness.     

When I wake up in the morning,     

I say in a smiling tone,    

I will find bad people,    

with the present calm.    

I will deal with the angry ones     

Without losing my joy    

I will listen to the unloved ones     

Without falling into agony     

The soul is dyed     

with the color of thought    

Life is disgusting    

trapped in resentment    

We suffer more in our imagination     

than in reality     

and it is bad for the heart     

to fall into this childishness     

When I wake up in the morning     

I say in a smiling tone    

I will find bad people    

with the present calm.    

I will deal with the angry ones     

Without losing my joy    

I will listen to the unloved ones     

Without falling into agony