The miser’s wealth, you, who
have never had of such but
the golden flowers of the plains
the miser’s wealth forever
seal deep in the safe’s depth
make unbreakable locks;
awake all sweet sounds
bells hanging on the necks
of lambs, make them echo
sweetly, the faraway flocks
on crevasses and on hillsides,
oh mule rider make them
sound sweetly for love’s sake;
