Do not reason, do not fuss — Madness seeks, folly judges; Heal the wounds of day with sleep, And what tomorrow brings, will be…
Do not reason, do not fuss,
Madness seeks, folly judges;
Heal the wounds of day with sleep,
And what tomorrow brings, will be…
While you live, learn to endure it all:
Sorrow, and joy, and anxiety.
What is there to wish for? What is there to grieve over?
The day is lived through, and glory be to God!
Literal translation
Fyodor Tyutchev