1. Fate divides fortune, a man lived happy, with no complaints
Though blind, yet blessed with life, like flowers in spring.

2. Events can protect us or cause us harm,
Bringing problems and solutions in their wing.

3. Many a palace of bliss becomes a house of grief,
Once envied, now pitied, such twistings does fortune bring.

4. Poverty is death, though we hope sustenance will come,
Through charity life flows for the perishing.

5. We see labor as lowly, yet to dust we shall return,
As these bodies to earth their spirits will wing.

6. One hoards wealth, gives no alms, thus no gain comes his way,
When vines are untended, no fruit will they bring.

7. Gives less than a tenth of his riches away,
So life's waters dry up, no comfort they bring.