Hurry up to forgive your friends.
They are not so horrible opponents
So a venom collect against
As a bitterness of parting yours.

Do not wait till the grave will take.
Let them put up with you when alive.
And don’t pamper offence for yourself
Just because it’s poison throe putrefied.

Give the freedom to spirit of yours.
Throw off that stone for long.
And that friend you’ve excused is much loved.
He’s a darling of your part.