When, alas, it leaves us The time of beautiful youth None of us goes mad, you see, Nor leaves the yard, in truth, Nor weeps by the table, soberly, By a cup that’s full of wine. * Forget your worry: It’s petty, don’t you see? For happiness, after all, Still awaits patiently, Like an evening, unbearably gold: A stretched-out sunset, bright and bold, From edge to edge, unfold. When fate torments us, day by day, Lifting us higher, higher… And then, casting us flat on our back We come to know what sorrow’s like. * Forget your worry: It’s petty, don’t you see? For happiness, after all, Still awaits patiently, Like an evening, unbearably gold: A stretched-out sunset, bright and bold, From edge to edge, unfold. When fate caresses us instead, Amidst misfortunes, sending The dear, beloved eyes instead: Then we shine, without pretending, We come to know what joy can be, And rise again, set free. * Forget your worry: It’s petty, don’t you see? For happiness, after all, Still awaits patiently, Like an evening, unbearably gold: A stretched-out sunset, bright and bold, From edge to edge, unfold. In the whirlwind of these woes, And fragments of felicity, We come to grasp life’s meaning, so Growing wise through fallibility. * Forget your worry: It’s petty, don’t you see? For happiness, after all, Still awaits patiently, Like an evening, unbearably gold: A stretched-out sunset, bright and bold, From edge to edge, unfold.
