The rivers shall not drown you,
The griefs shall not overwhelm you.
The joys shall not make you forget,
Let life remind you again and again:
From dust we have come,
To dust we shall return.
Yet in this fleeting touch of life,
Hold the hands of strangers.
Look into their eyes,
Peer into their souls.
Let yourself soak in joy,
The all-pervasive joy of selfless love,
In a difficult life in an unforgiving world.