If a friend isnít a friend anymore, And heís neither a foe but a draw; If you canít understand at once If heís good take a chance. Take him once for a climb at dawn, On a trail do not leave him alone: When your rope is the same as his You will learn who he is. If his spirit is lost at the start, If he keeps you for nothing on guard, If heís scared when steps on ice, And when slips then he cries. Then you know that he may betray, Do not chide him, just send him away: Those, who are like him donít belong, They are not for a song. If he did not repine, did not whine, Though gloomy and angry but climbed, When you fell from a cliff on ascent He just groaned but held; If heís been like a combat cohort, On the peak has been high with your horde, Then you know on bright day or dim You can count on him.
© Slava Katz. Translation, ?