Always, a change of plans
Interrupts my tranquil course –
Set forth by circumstances
It appears, for the worse.

I resent it, I begrudge –
It chips away at my mind –
Finally, I'm forced to oblige
And surrender my time

But once by hushed words –
I learned of a blessing:
What seemed a dreadful recourse
Placed me in a better setting.

That's why when the Thief flees
You shouldn't be too upset
For the Divine may be
Watching out for your interest.