1. My neighbor told me that you severed him
And with your notorious injustice, you excused whatever you wished

2. So return that gold coin to the owner of my fate
Among the seven moving stars, the flowers

3. You who let it flow to me and illuminate it
In it lies what I hope for, of sustenance and life

4. Are you not truly worthy of prayer in distress
That I receive this, if it comes with gratitude