Love at its peak,
Is all what it is.
Love, a beautiful picture,
The blind would see.
Love, a wonderful music,
The deaf could hear.
Love, a joyful song,
The dumb would sing.
Love thy enemy as thyself,
For thy shall not have many.
Love thy fellow as thyself,
For thy shall float in joy with many.
Love all forever,
For it is sweet as honey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem