For long I sat and pondered
And to many my thoughts wandered
Yet no name could I find that
As a faithful friend could be considered
Though every one had many characteristics
Yet there were drawbacks of tricks
My heart could not feel any of them
As my best and faithful friend
To fix
Then I had a deep look at the book
That was there hung on the hook
Yes, it the personality I was looking for
To flow in my heart a freshening brook
A book is always a true and faithful friend
A picture of purity from beginning to end
It always show me the truthful path
And always sets so amazing and true trend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As one who devours books I can't help but relate to this particular poem. Books are such wonderful friends!