Jealousy is that silent poison in
one's food that remains tasteless at first,
letting one enjoy the flavor of the food
in complete ignorance of its deceitful presence -
but once it is ingested, one will experience
the suffering of its venom and will continue
to pay the price of its weakness,
until one willfully excretes every bit -
pleasantly regaining the health
of the diseased soul.
Jealousy is that locust that can
alone swallow the promise of a healthy harvest.
The one that has opted to bring
within him this misery, has
chosen vengeance over peace!
Those who have laid their eyes
of envy on another's contentment
and fulfillment, will suffer the
disease of excessive hunger.
Yes! Such a one wipes the traces
of any happiness from himself,
for he will always seek unhappiness
in another's smile.
