Hatred is a plague that divides
And rouses ill will on all sides.
Rouse not hatred and confusion
Though foes provoke disunion.
Shun the plague of enmity
And win everlasting glory.
Hate-the woe of woes destroy;
Then joy of joys you can enjoy.
Who can overcome them In glory
That are free from enmity?
His fall and ruin are quite near
Who holds enmity sweet and dear
They cannot see the supreme
Truth Who hate and injure without ruth.
To turn from enmity is gain
Fomenting it brings fast ruin.
Fortune favours when hate recedes
Hatred exceeding ruin breeds.
All evils come from enmity
Ail goodness flow from amity.
HATRED
