When you are all hemmed in by shadows and are bogged down by the burden you carry When your fate conspires to lead you astray, Rein in your despondency for this too shall pass. When you entertain myriad sundry thoughts and your mind is inflamed with secret mistrust when you are perplexed with doubtful dilemma, Keep the flame of hope lit for this too shall pass. When has a sprightly stream ever lingered under the weeping willow? When have the raging river rapids ever stopped to rest? As the robust sun sets so shall the cold hands of winter retreat, As the foreboding clouds pass they bring forth spring. When the days of your life wear heavily upon you Be not dismayed whatever betide, This too shall pass.