That which I have lost might have been a priceless gem,
yet perhaps it was never fated for me to enjoy,
not all are destined to be like the full moon.
What is not written in one’s fate,
what use is there in desiring it anymore?
They say, one who falls to greed spends life in sorrow.
Even if I yearn with all my heart after losing it,
will the heart ever find satisfaction again?
Does that which is not bound by destiny ever truly return to life?
If it is not in fate,
what will lamenting it achieve?
What else can my heart find, if not torment itself?
No, it will not, it will not!
If one must receive, it must be written in fate.
Rather, I go on waiting,
waiting for the good time to come,
trusting the One who has written my fate,
trusting Him, I pass my hours in patience.
That which is meant for me,
when its time arrives,
even if it lies in the farthest corner of the earth, it will fly to me,
fly to my hands, or to the plate of my meal.
It will not be lost again,
for it is assuredly written for me.
And I shall find peace in partaking of it, I know,
though its portion be small, so very limited,
still, it will remain at the end remain, as the nectar eternal.