Affection is mutual when men can open All their heart to each other: He whose words are always fair Is untrue and not to be trusted.
Then love is mingled when a man can say To a bosom friend what burdens him; Few things are worse than fickle mind: No friend he who but speaks thee fair.
Mingled is love when a man can speak To another all his thought; Nought is so bad as false to be, No friend speaks only fair.
There is a mingling of affection, Where one can tell another all his mind. Everything is better than being with the deceitful. He is not another’s friend who ever says as he says.
Sifjum er þá blandat,
hver er segja ræðr
einum allan hug;
allt er betra
en sé brigðum at vera;
er-a sá vinr öðrum, er vilt eitt segir.
The Counseling of the Stray-Singer (verses 109-136)