A single word can brighten the face
of one who knows the value of words.
Ripened in silence, a single word
acquires a great energy for work.
War is cut short by a word,
and a word heals the wounds,
and there’s a word that changes
poison into butter and honey.
Let a word mature inside yourself.
Withhold the unripened thought.
Come and understand the kind of word
that reduces money and riches to dust.
Know when to speak a word
and when not to speak at all.
A single word turns the universe of hell
into eight paradises. …
By Yunus Emre (1238-1320), in The Drop That Became the Sea: Lyric Poems of Yunus Emre. Translated by Kabir Helminski & Refik Algan; found at www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/.