The wind whispers

A secret, I listen carefully

This is what it told me

Wandering soul!

I have the secret to happiness

It dances and leaps amongst the stars

It darts beneath the lake, a quick silver fish

It hides under the sweeping age of the mountains

Wandering soul!

The secret is this:

Happiness cannot be grasped

To yearn will make you unhappy

Not yearning will create wonders

Wandering soul!

This is the secret

The wind told me this

But I must confess

I am not good at keeping secrets