And sift them as with flail the corn is winnowed,
There friends may recognise each other’s friendship:
A goodly stamp is on their speech imprinted.
Whoever his congenial friend abandons,
In that man’s speech there is not any blessing.
For what he hears he hears without advantage:
He has no knowledge of the path of virtue.
When Brahman friends unite to offer worship,
In hymns by the heart’s impulse swiftly fashioned,
Then not a few are left behind in wisdom,