If thou art mighty, and thou be vain
Then purpose hideth from thine eyes
For when thou soul was somewhat slain
Were people who helped thou to rise.
If thine wealth and riches thou contain
Then thou shall lose it as time flies
For if thou doth not relieve pain
Ears shalt be shut to thine own cries.
For which man dost make it alone
And which star shineths on its own
Tis a sign worth to be known
Tis a story to be told
For whether thou be kind or cold
Thou shall reap it in a hundred folds.
