Love is manufactured here

Sorry, we don’t produce hatred

Also malice and meanness either

We hug by the shoulders, shake by the hands

Because love is our golden fiber

Through this fiber, we weave wings

Because this is love, heaven funds us some rings

With those golden rings, we become our own kings

Because this is love, we become almost everything

Because this is love, this cosmos helps us every moment to breathe in these shrubs

We stretch our arms; the land opens us huge farms

We raise our heads; the sky lifts her golden beds

Mildness is our thread

Warmth is our sharpened blade

Love is manufactured here

Sorry, we don’t produce hatred

                       -Somoy Shafi