In spite of death and all the elements
Of darkness in this evanescent world,
The beauty of your cultivated soul
Will live and flourish through eternity.
Should you, my soul, who sailed to distant shores
And traced the founts of sweet serenity,
Be vexed and irked by those insidious frauds
Whose souls are fraught with spite and enmity?
Avoid, avoid these irritating fools;
Don't let them touch your equanimity!
Written 05 May 1999