1. Befriend your cousin, he who's close kin,
And neighbor sharing the partition wall,

2. Befriend the octogenarian chief,
Don't fear he'll cause you ill at all,

3. Whoever bows to you, mount his back,
Be it even on Friday's nightfall,

4. And he who blames you in this matter,
Say "Who are you in this game of chance?"

5. We've matched our wits and do not know,
On whom the lot's dire consequence will fall,

6. So rise and pour the relief to me,
Despite repute and utterance.