A poem about Friendship

Hello all! Whilst scouring the bowels of the internet, i came across this lovely poem on friendship.


(from Panchatantra, a book of Indian tales)

‘Tis hard to find in life
A friend, a bow, a wife,
Strong, supple to endure
In stock and sinew pure,
In time of danger sure. 

False friends are common. Yes, but where
True nature links a friendly pair,
The blessing is as rich as rare. 

To bitter ends
You trust true friends,
Not wife nor mother,
Not son nor brother. 

No long experience alloys
True friendship’s sweet and supple joys;
No evil men can steal the treasure;
‘Tis death, death only, sets a measure.

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