I wish you enough of a summer sun’s measure
To savour an apple tree’s shade,
Enough of the mischief of youth and its pleasure
For silence when others have strayed.
I wish you enough of the wisdom of learning
To challenge the truths of the wise,
Enough of the road and a vagabond’s yearning
To wander and wear out your eyes.
I wish you enough of the madness of wooing
As lusting and loving collide,
Enough of the blindness that shadows pursuing
To bind you as passions subside.
I wish you enough of your getting and giving
To fathom the value of both,
Enough of betrayal to grasp that forgiving
Annuls any promise or oath.
I wish you enough of the kindness of others
To temper the powers you wield,
Enough of the love of your sisters and brothers
To barter your blade for a shield.
I wish you enough of the healing of laughter
To bury each grief in its day,
Enough of forbearance, both here and hereafter,
To wink at each dragon you slay.
I wish you enough of this life’s Bacchanalia
To swallow the sweet with the rough,
To gorge on the glories of triumph—and failure!
Until your heart whispers: ‘Enough!’