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.