Hatred, they say, is the disease That spreads the plague of discord among all life. Even if disagreeable things are done to cause rift, Better do nothing painful to avoid conflict. If that dire disease called hostility is discarded, What yields is undying everlasting fame. When the misery of miseries called malice ceases, There comes the joy of joys. Who can ever overcome the one, Who refuses to give in to feelings of hatred? Want and ruin will soon befall the life of one Who delights in excess hostility. Those learned rapt up in destructive hate Will never see the triumphant nature of truth. To resist hatred is a gain. Yielding to it, one is overcome by ruin. Destined to prosper one will not look at hatred. Destined for ruin, one will see it all the time. From hatred comes all evil. And from friendship the pride of goodness.