Don't be foolish and get sour when things don't just come your way-
Don't you be a pampered baby and declare, 'Now I won't play!'
Just go grinning on and bear it;
Have you heartache? Millions share it,
If you earn a crown, you'll wear it-
Don't go handing out your troubles to your busy fellow-men-
If you whine around they'll try to keep from meeting you again;
Don't declare the world's 'agin' you,
Don't let pessimism win you,
Prove there's lots of good stuff in you-
If your dearest hopes seem blighted and despair looms into view,
Set your jaw and whisper grimly, 'Though they're false, yet I'll be true.'
Never let your heart grow bitter;
With your lips to Hope's transmitter,
Hear Love's songbirds bravely twitter,
Bless your heart, this world's a good one, and will always help a man;
Hate, misanthropy, and malice have no place in Nature's plan.
Help your brother there who's sighing.
Keep his flag of courage flying;
Help him try- 'twill keep you trying-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem