"Conquer the gloomy night of thy sorrow, for the morning greets thee with laughter.
Rise and clothe thyself with noble pride
Break loose from the tyranny of grief.
Thou standest alone among men,
Thy song is like pearl in beauty."
So spake my friend, 'Tis well!
The billows of the stormy sea which overwhelmed my soul,—
These I subdue; I quake not
Before the bow and arrow of destiny.
I endured with patience when he deceitfully lied to me