When you are down in dumps
Go to a garden and sulk
See there white lotus flowers in the pond
Where Buddha meditates seated on them
Clad in loose garments, bare footed
Hands on knees, eyes closed, lips smiling
Peaceful, tranquil, blissful, making
Mantras in his mind for us to be worry free -
Do no swing to highs
Do not bow to lows
Live in moderation, be simple
Be steady, do not to and fro
Be yourself, don't give up under pressure
Keep your head high, don't let anybody kick you around
Take care of yourself, family, friends, others
Be kind, be gentle, fight always for justice
You will walk out of the garden, blessed, afresh
Smiling, ready to live life in peace and happiness.
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I would like to translate this poem
Some days are bad without any reason. Garden is a jailtime given for treason.
Wrong. Go back to the poem and read In Perpetual Spring BY AMY GERSTLER in the story section.