LUCK

LUCK

Behold my trivial life...

to the eternal serenity,

to the soft blossomy path

of myriad blissfulness.

Inspirit my minute soul...

to inherit the harmony,

to pacify material joviality,

and proceed to Nirvana.

Repose my deserted walk...

to some noble contentment,

to beautify the reason,

of this nominal living.

Transform my unnoted death...

to a glorified resolution,

to one positive incentive,

for others to sacrifice.

Honour me and my solitude...

to the best of its value,

to the truthfulness of its limit,

and reborn me to abide.