C-ount yourself lucky,
I-n life out of the blue;
N-othing is felt but mirth,
D-elight is given to
Y-ou.
A-llow your eyes to see,
Q-uesting for the right way;
U-ntrue roads are thrown
I-nto the dark and gray.
N-ever go into seclusion, just because you are lonely;
O-pen your heart to God, count yourself lucky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem