Saints are Tender of Heart

Soft and tender are saints,
no one else in the world is like them.
There is no one else like them;
they are kind and merciful to all.
Foe and friend are alike to them,
and alike are bad luck and good fortune.
They are tender as flowers;
not even in a dream do they see others’ faults.
They ever wish well to others,
for they savour the wine of divine love.
Affable to all, with a gentle smile,
soft and sweet of speech are they.
Cheerful whatever happens, they emanate coolness;
in every glance they radiate compassion.
Whatever one might say to them, O Paltu,
they are not in the least perturbed.
Soft and tender like saints, no one else in the world is like them.
_{Saint Paltu}