Do not sprinkle yesterday's salt on the woundsWorthy of a horse and kingdom, of the crownsNot the one who boasts of his pain,But the one who found a cure against.Anyone's the master of desires,but still won't get bogged down in the mental dustNot the one who drank in misery,but the one who dared to master lust.Fate is not a fan of tearful fablesAlways wins in an unequal fightNot one who's deeply unhappy/unstableBut the one who always shines at night.Suffering is no more difficultthan counting on your fingersSorrows/joys are all in our powerWho likes sufferers? In it who lingers?Nobody, who yearns for happinessin zero hour.