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.