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Oneness of Humanity

·2 mins
Writing Translation

Translation: my English rendering of Josh Malihabadi’s original.

O my friend, a heart does not need hate. All love good but do not even hate bad. Who does not want the softness of flowers? But do not be afraid of sharpness of thorns. There is same blood in the veins of the thorn. It is brought up by same evening breeze of the spring.

Do not throw away dying flowers. Yesterday, they were the glamor of the garden. Once they were also part of the world of perfumes. O passerby! Do not kick dust on their leaves. Though they are no longer in the feast. They were raised in the laps of same morning breeze.

Living or not living, all are basically one. Earth and heavens, both were made from one. There are millions of idol, but God is one. All hearts are different, but feeling is one. Clothes are same, but shops are different. Meanings are same, but languages are different.

The lightkeeper is also human. And the one who is lost in the dark sea is also human. The best friend is also human. And the worst enemy is also human. It doesn’t matter if you run away from death or life. But, O Human! Never run away from humans.

by Josh Malihabadi

I translated this poem in 1999 for a school project.

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