You who are my sister. You are me.
We are one, how can I hate you?
How can I fault you when we are one?
Does my right hand hate my left?
Does my eye find fault with my ear?
I love you. You who are my brother,
Does one arc of a circle detest another?
I love you, you who are wearing a black form;
Or a yellow or brown. My form is white.
Do the different colours of the rainbow
Vie with each other for superiority?
I love you, you who might follow
The path of Buddha or Krishna
Or Jesus. I follow - who knows?
Does the west wind find fault with the easterly
Because they go different ways?
No. Nor I you. I don=t detest you,
You are my brother. I love you.
You are my sister. You are me.
We are but parts of the one.