1. I have a friend, if he sees
My reputation tarnished, or witnesses

2. A day of my misfortune, he abandons me;
Yet should he behold one singing my praises,

3. Or should he see a day of my good fortune, he belittles me.
He benefits me not in days of want, nor hope;

4. He is to me like a physician, not a minstrel.
He is of no use to me in days of well-being;

5. Yet in battle he is my defender and protector.
I cannot be done with him, between these two extremes;

6. My attachment to him is strong and affectionate.
My soul knows well that every friend

7. Is not the ideal friend one dreams of.
I question my soul that is concerned for me, not the one concerned;

8. And the meaning that honors me, not the one conveying the meaning.
Those who resent have gone, sparing you,