When New Memories Surge As Wild Tides

When new memories surge as wild tides, in this spot love always abides, my gaze goes even further, where falling stars shatter. Any awful feeling that existed inside shouldn't remain, but escape and glide as lazy clouds do on a peaceful morning... when the breeze disconcerts their drifting. Deluded heart, you must divest yourself of all illusions...only look forward and laugh; those clouds will disperse towards evening or night... don't allow pain to distend, dissuade your thought of fright. Let your sadness dissolve in the rising, bubbling tides, let your disquietude also vanish in them by dim sunrise, be uplifted by prayer and reach the sublimest state, why discourage yourself and allow despair to fulminate? Sit on the warm sand, watch the gleaming sea being swelled by a full, unfriendly moon...but soon there will be relief instead: you will have no recollection of a sad past and as your ego will rise, you will delight your spirit when new memories surge as wild tides.