Laugh, the world laughs with you;
Cry, you Cry alone;
The sad earth must borrow its pleasure,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, the mountains will answer;
Sigh, lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But away from voicing care.
Celebrate, men will seek you;
Grieve, they turn and go;
They demand measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be happy, your friends are many;
Be sad, you lose them all,
There are none to refuse for wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, your halls are crowded;
Fast, the world turns by.
Succeed and share, it helps you live,
But no one can help you die.