Classic Poem

A GOOD comrade, beautiful and virtuous,
Lights man's face up, like a bright sun-ray.
When a man has with him a true comrade,
Dark night passes like a sunny day.

Sacrifice is nothing; a kind comrade
Is the spirit's lamp of light and fire.
A good friend, a true, God-fearing comrade,
Leads man ever upward, high and higher.

When our enemies attack us fiercely,
A brave comrade is a sword in fight.
Whoso has a true friend, singer Djivan,
Never shall one hair of his turn white.