《Happy Enough Are We Today》

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《Happy Enough Are We Today》

2015

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Happy enough are we today,

For joyful things we can proclaim,

And sing with glee: “Buddy, come aboard, let us sail!”

We, the team, a rookie band,

Rooted deep in earth’s firm sand,

Our trunk reaching high to heaven’s grand.

Rising up, though novices we be,

Pure and clear as water, free,

Gathering into a mighty stream,

Each one bearing a spoonful’s dream.

So this is the happy thing today.

For years, they’ve preached of work’s divide—

Work hard or smart, they’d oft decide.

But now, no longer mere debate,

In this market, it’s create or fade.

No choice remains ‘twixt toil or wit—

Non-working-hard is non-existence’s hit;

No-working-smart, the same grim fate.

Competitors swarm at every gate,

Like sand upon the shoreline vast,

From mid-mountains to plains that cast,

To the great sea east where the sun does rise,

Cell phone giants fill the skies.

Here in Shanghai, they’re ever near—

With this customer, they appear;

With that customer, still they stand;

Even flying to distant lands,

They shadow us, unyielding, bold.

Yet they’re no giants, strong and old,

Nor we frail grass, bent by a breeze.

They’re not eagles soaring with ease,

Nor we lone sparrows, lost, forlorn,

No food, no water, no path to be borne.

Their foundation’s dust, by us undone,

Crushed beneath our united run.

Let us never act from fear’s cold grip,

But never fear to dare, to slip.

Divided, our deeds are small and few;

United, no challenge can’t we subdue.

When six bugs we thought we’d mend,

The sixteenth passed, yet we didn’t bend.

When five demands we planned to meet,

The fifteenth rose, yet we didn’t retreat.

When we thought sole vendors we’d be,

A crowd of rivals met our decree.

But we kept marching, undeterred,

Nothing could stop us—our spirits stirred.

So this is the happy thing today.

It’s not vain to rise at dawn’s first light,

Nor to toil beneath the stars of night.

He who sows in tears shall reap in joy,

As God spoke: from dust we rise, to dust we’ll coy.

We know not what trials lie ahead,

Nor what shadows may fill us with dread.

But it matters not, for we’ve climbed the peak,

Looked o’er the land where promises speak.

A land God vowed, where glory shines,

Where struggle binds our hearts’ designs.

Together we march, to that land we go,

To see the Lord’s light, to let our spirits grow.

So this is the happy thing today.