Everyone’s tears are salty,
Everyone’s blood is red …
To the eyes of an enlightened person,
All people are equal.
Every person’s blood is red.
Every person’s tears are salty.
We are all human beings.
We must find a way for all people to be able to
Realize their full dignity and potential.
Love means giving room to others,
To let them be the way they are.
Without prejudice nor bias,
Beyond gender, race or beauty.
But ‘love’ for country, flag, you name it,
Isn’t that the basis of our bigotry?
Even those who vilify and undermine
The Sacred Doctrine, images, and stupas
Are not proper objects of our anger.
Buddhas are themselves untouched thereby.
Thanks to those whose minds are full of malice
I engender patience in myself.
They therefore are the causes of my patience,
Fit for veneration, like the Dharma.
Buddhas are made happy by the joy of beings.
They sorrow, they lament when beings suffer.
By bringing joy to beings, then, I please the Buddhas also;
By hurting them, I hurt the Buddhas too.
When you look at others think
That it will be through them
That you will come to Buddhahood.
So look on them with frank and loving hearts.