Out of this crowd a mistress or a friend

I wish I was a better man. I wish I had a better friend. A real friend can be reckoned all wonders of lives And lead me to the masterpiece of nature My friends don't need it and my enemies won't believe it. Friend after friend departs Now I’m surrounded with no real friends. All my past life is mine no more The flying hours are gone like transitory dreams They all last by the memories of friends alone. As fate chooses my relations, I choose my friends. I have chosen many friends From the childhood moments until now The moments that I made with them Strangers whom I made them friends I had memorized them Their images are kept in my mind And their stories are written upon my heart A story from which the everyday happens It becomes an allegory It burns with one love With one heart glows A friendship has still splendors When it grows stronger when crossed It has height unknown to love My heart is elated but my head is exhausted And There is no union here of hearts I’m among this crowd Out of this crowd a mistress or a friend That finds not here an end.