In love and in HATE there is an amplitude of their own,
Rage and goodwill work in their own ways.
Somehow the last scoundrel doesn’t irritate me —
With zest I accept the villainy he arranged.

Someone looks after,
Protects,
As they can,
And jealousy eats them up —
Doesn’t it look like a grievance?
I treat the wicked one,
Drive away my own,
Won’t forgive the beloved,
Embrace the unworthy.

In relationships the labyrinths are twisted.
So there would be fewer of the sorrowful,
Remember, you cheerful, and know, you saddened:
“Practice good —
You will overcome evil.”