If you love your friend go to him
Surging and strong not from a whim
That dissolves at the slightest touch
Into wind and air, nothing much.
The fibre of your human heart
Let it be your exquisite art
So that when you two join and meet
You birth a world with depth replete.
And when, again, you part and go
Each one on his way, high or low,
In each you’ll grow a sacred thought
Its cordial wine with fondness fraught.