When presses hard my load of care,
And other friends from me depart,
I want a friend my grief to share,
With faithful speech and loving heart.
I want a friend of noble mind,
Who loves me more than praise or pelf,
Reproves my faults with spirit kind,
And thinks of me as well as self..
A friend whose ear is ever closed
Against traducers' poison breath;
And, though in me be not disclosed
An equal love, yet loves till death..
A friend who knows my weakness well,
And ever seeks to calm my fears;
If words should fail the storm to quell,
Will soothe my fevered heart with tears..
A friend not moved by jealousy
Should I outrun her in life's race,
And though I doubt, still trusts in me
With loyal heart and cloudless face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
these are the best words i had ever read for a firend..thanks for writing this kind of poem..this is beautiful..grace