1. Do I grieve when happiness is with my Lord,
It will pour down after heavy sorrows.

2. Do I despair when glad tidings are coming,
To heal the wound and the ailing soul.

3. Do I thirst when the pond is still there!
Tomorrow it will flow to quench its trickle!

4. Tomorrow the morning comes with all longing
And warmth behind its ailing breeze.

5. And your soul will embrace wishes
Even if you see them as impossible!

6. So say to your aching heart: patience,
For behind patience are beautiful things.