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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/.

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2 responses »

  1. Thanks for sharing. 🙂

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  2. Loved the poem and the graphics are interesting too. Thanks. This is worth bookmarking.

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