Mocked in the court, crowned in a moment,
May such a friend find you,
When the world measures you in shades, not in light
No oath asked, no debt credited,
May such a hand lift you,
When your own brethren look away
A kingdom given, not lent,
May such loyalty hold you,
When despair is near and cheer is far
Secrets held, trust bestowed,
May such a bond guard you,
When every hand seems to slip
Dying on the field, still standing,
May such a friend die for you,
Let’s hope you never get there
Heavy is the crown, heavier is the debt,
May you carry both,
Like Karna carried Duryodhana.
Congrats are not for this bond,
It needs no applause.
It only needs one line:
I am your friend, because you made me one.
