My Friend

Ancestors,

It is not my enemy's that hold a blade to my neck 

it is indeed my comrades  who pose a threat.

I myself shall not forget

a close friend is a danger,

for he has no true debt.

Protect me from the hands 

of those I love,

for my eyes rest on the enemies 

I have made.

The vengeance of the enemy

is dwarfed beside

my comrades shade.

I surely can take care of my enemy's blade,

but can I truly endure the wrath

of my friend.

Shattered like glass you'll see my love,

it will fall in pieces from above.

Wounding and penetrating the sacred dove

it is my comrades who pose a threat

it is this I will not forget.