Tho the flower fadeth quickly
tho the sun be hid behind a cloud
tho the calming sound of rain doth cease
our joy in each moment may be complete
        
We do not still our heart
or stop our eyes from brightening
upon pink blossoms
We do not close our ears to laughing music
as not to hear the player stop
No, we rejoice in full
when to our senses come such pleasures

So also do not keep yourself
from enjoying pleasant days
preceding grim disasters
or relief amidst pale grieving