Being nothing, nothing can do harm

When the pain of grief is wakened up
And sorrow falls  down like a winter storm
Avoid another’s careless talk and lip.

As we struggle to control our ship
Fearing to be injured, suffer harm
Alas, the pain of grief can waken up.

With endurance, we must be equipped.
And  we must take in both love and balm
Avoid the others’ careless talk and lip.

In our deepest souls, a  wound is ripped
Most soothing  is the singing of the psalms
When the pain of grief is wakened up

By a  rock, an avalanche is tipped
Destroying those who’re trapped within its arms
Avoid the other’s wicked open lips.

By humility, our pain’s disarmed
Being nothing, nothing can do harm
When the pain of grief is wakened up
Do not drink the bitter final cup.