I've heard the song birds in the trees,
I've received their grievous melodies,
I've joined them in their ardent song
and now know hatred is not strong.

I've debated many men who think
weakness grows in an intimate link,
and such talk has only strengthened their hate;
unknowingly they fulfill their fate.

It's harder to give a compliment
than hate someone for what you think they've meant;
because of this I've banded with the birds
and sing of love to love's cowards.