A Poem related to everything

Poetry translation of the Turkish Shakespeare

The face of the word-wise brightens by a word,
Tempering before saying -makes well- a word,

A word makes peace, a word beheads the head
A word, out of the poisoned hemlock; makes honey and beurre, a word!

Come o sibling, o highness; listen eh?
Ohh, it makes coins and goldens, dark earth, a word!

Must know a word’s temper, nothing worse.
This hell of a world shall be eight heavens by a word,

Go on on your path, don’t be ignorant, educate!
Beware of your tongue, it may mount your world!

Now Jonah from the word gear, say a word with veneer,
Watch out from the Lord; can make you drift apart, a word!

Emre

Who am I? I am the message that I want to see. I am an architect, a writer, a sociology student, a theologian, and a thinker! I have always tried to find that word and I believe I found the word that can end all wars, that can turn all poisons into honey!