Untried — is not friendship.
Yours — white, his — red,
Sharp sabers, prancing horses —
Service to different ideas.

You hack to the left, you slash to the right,
You destroy everything in the path.
But a comrade you pass around kindly,
You lead trouble away from him.

A chest he has shot through
Is carefully bandaged by him
From our deep friendship
Healed without scars.