1. O seeker of wisdom from its people
The light makes clear the color of its darkness

2. And the origin forever waters its branch
And the buds bear fruit from its water

3. Whoever envied people for their money
Bore worries with its burdens

4. And time is fickle with its children
Tempting them with its sweets

5. It makes fathers catch up with their sons
And makes the son catch up with his fathers

6. And the deed is attributed to its people
As everything is called by its names