Swallowing love of soulless men
Had better wane than wax anon.
Who fawn in wealth and fail in dearth
Gain or lose; such friends have no worth.
Cunning friends who calculate
Are like thieves and whores wicked.
Better be alone than trust in those
That throw in field like faithless horse.
Friends low and mean that give no help-
Leave them is better than to keep.
Million times the wise man's hate
Is better than a fool intimate.
Ten-fold crore you pin from foes
Than from friends who are vain laughers.
Without a word those friends eschew
Who spoil deeds which they can do.
Even in dreams the tie is bad
With those whose deed is far from word.
Keep aloof from those that smile
At home and in public revile.
BAD FRIENDSHIP
