If your friend has turned out to be Not a friend, not an enemy, If you canít tell right off the bat If heís good or heís bad, Take him climbing and test his best. You will know if he stands a chance. When heís roped-in with you, like glue, You will see if heís true. If this guy on the slopes just mopes, If he whines when itís time to climb, Sets one foot on the ice - no dice! - Stumbles, breaks down, and cries, He does not belong here, itís clear. Donít you scold him for this - dismiss! Donít be wasting your time, and Iím Iím not wasting my rhyme. If he did not complain of pain, If heíd stubbornly scale the shale, When beneath you the stone was gone, He would groan but hold on! All the way to the top he kept up, From the summit he gazed, amazed, Then you know that you always can Trust your life to this man.
© Vadim Astrakhan. Translation, 2010
© Vadim Astrakhan. Performance, 2010