art Vladimir Kush
The wild rose springs up among the weeds.
Does it feel guilty about its fragrance?
Please, friend, never let anyone make you feel guilty
about being happy in this troubled world.
To be troubled is the nature of the world.
To be happy is the nature of your heart.
Happiness is not a privilege, but a birthright.
Your happiness costs the world nothing, is not extravagant,
exploits no one's labor, wastes no energy.
Yet its blossoming can heal the air, the water, the soil.
Your joy does not come from the world, yet it suffuses the world
with a secret light, and touches other hearts.
Does it feel guilty about its fragrance?
Please, friend, never let anyone make you feel guilty
about being happy in this troubled world.
To be troubled is the nature of the world.
To be happy is the nature of your heart.
Happiness is not a privilege, but a birthright.
Your happiness costs the world nothing, is not extravagant,
exploits no one's labor, wastes no energy.
Yet its blossoming can heal the air, the water, the soil.
Your joy does not come from the world, yet it suffuses the world
with a secret light, and touches other hearts.
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