I have four silver coins
Take them now
Fast and free my chains
Unwrap the bow
Yes, and make my life sprout
With strength, be straight

Take all my wealth
Then, spare my heart
Let me grow in health
With sympathy, do not hurt
The little hope I have
It be end of life

I know how jealousy
You feel to see it grey
It even make you crazy
Thinking that it is a delay
When two generations come on the way
With the story of grief far away

Think of it clearly
Hurry! Make your plans haste
It is grief for a century
Not a good taste
Seeing all in grief
With sympathy and strife