Today's the day I worried about yesterday, and all is well.
All that fretting, nagging, and gnashing,
all that worry, heartache, and pain,
all came to no gain.
Today's the day I worried about yesterday, and all is well.
All those plans and contingencies,
about whether this or that would happen,
whether the sun would shine or rain slacken.
Today's the day I worried about yesterday, and all is well.
All that heart-rending worry and pain,
worry about what worse things tomorrow would bring,
composing the litany of grief that I would allegedly sing.
Today's the day I worried about yesterday, and all is well.
Nothing bad happened, and I feel swell.
I live to see another day, with my karma's grace,
what problems there were I dismissed with a wave,
what lessons there were I took in stoically,
what happiness there was I rejoyced with a bland smile,
what life brought me I faced as best I could,
and all is well.
Today's the day I worried about yesterday, and all is well.
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