I once shattered a mirror so clear,
You whispered: «No joy will be near».
Your superstitious words, dark and wild,
Became just a fragment of time, beguiled.
Again I broke that mirror, you see,
You called me clumsy, lacking skill, truly.
«No happiness now, you foolish one», you said,
And seven long years would feel like dread.
You smashed some dishes, light and free,
Laughed and cried: «For luck, you’ll see!»
So who will share your joy, I ponder,
When twice my heart’s been torn asunder?
You broke my heart — a cruel deceit,
Smiled and murmured: «For fortune’s treat».
I’ve never trusted such old lore,
Let everything shatter — but bring luck, I implore!
For luck
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