Happiness is a myth we seek,
If manifested surely irks;
Like river speeding to the plain,
On its arrival slows and murks.
For man is happy only in
His aspiration to the heights;
When he attains his goal, he cools
And longs for other distant flights.
If you should meet a happy one
Who is contented with his lot,
Unlike the rest of all mankind,
Pray his Nirvana disturb not.