Happy is he, who is content
Without too much in his list of want
All the basis being covered
The desire for more becomes a suffer.
Happy is he, who is forgetful
Of the hatred to him is due
With his mind being freed from anger
There is less that he will suffer.
Happy is he who remains indifference
To sentiments that come and go fast
With his mind in a state of calm
Reflecting everything without gain or pain.
Happy is he, who is unattached
To everything be it good or bad
With his mind leisurely at ease
Forever will he in the realm of peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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