Good friends are pious and source of joy and strength
Their influence; just and true like the sunlight
They feel your pain and trudge with you to any length
To see they pull the irking weeds in your life
Betryal lives, malice does breath and grows
In the hearts of bad friends; belyful fellows
But love and forgiveness lives day by day
In the hearts of friends who cherish God's way
Destruction is the simplest part of life
That 'simple thing' that turns this world a mess
But this is the sole nature of cult friends;
Who live their lives in the dark of the night
They won't quit lest they commit deathly offense
Like wolves in sheep skin some would come to you
But like a nightmare their mien'll appear cruel
Some aim to paint black your eyes with pleasure
Just to kill what makes your life a treasure
Don't get entricked, and don't get in their hood
Lest you want your life decay like wet wood
Watch those peers who claim and preach the Gospel
Some appear godly, but with minds of hell
Good friends are pious and source of joy and strength
Their influence; just and true like the sunlight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem