One who,
flouting, despising
a sense of conscience,
saying, "I am your friend,"
but not grasping
what he could do [to help]:
know him as
"Not my friend."
One who,
among friends,
speaks endearing words
to which he doesn't conform,
the wise recognize
as speaking without doing.
He's not a friend
who's always wary,
suspecting a split,
focusing just on your weakness.
But him on whom you can depend,
like a child on its parent's breast:
that's a true friend
whom others can't split from you.
Carrying one's manly burden,
the fruits & rewards develop
the conditions that make for joy,
the bliss that brings praise.
Drinking the nourishment,
the flavor,
of seclusion & calm,
one is freed from evil, devoid
of distress,
refreshed with the nourishment
of rapture in the Dhamma
