So come what may ill not upset
My cheerful happiness of mind 
Dejection never brings me what I want
My virtue will be warped and marred by it 

If there is a remedy when trouble strikes
What reason is there for dejection
And If there is no help for it
What use is there in being glum

The cause of happiness is rare 
And many are the seeds of suffering 
But If i have no pain, ill never long for freedom
There for oh my mind, be steadfast