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!’