When severest foes impending
Seem to threaten dangers near,
Unexpected joys attending
Ease your mind and banish care.
Though to fortune's frowns subjected,
And depress'd by anxious care,
Servile souls are soon dejected,--
Noble minds will ne'er despair!
Prithee, friend, why then so serious?
Nought is got by grief or care;
Melancholy grows imperious
When it comes to domineer.
Be it business, love, or sorrow,
That does now distress thy mind,
Bid them call again to--morrow,
We to mirth are now inclin'd.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem