Why are you looking cheerless,
Like Socrates, like Bruno, like Copernicus?
Don’t you know,
That the bad days like the sea-waves come and go?
Dream and optimism are what you should worship,
Avoid all those black sheep,
Who keep on pinching you like a pin,
Remember! It’s them, not you’re in sin.
Like the seasons, like the sun and the moon,
Better time will smile before you like the rainbow soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem