I heard that a coin from poverty

Fell and the poor man searched for it in vain

In the end, despair turned to face him

Another found it, who did not seek it

With misfortune and fortune, the pen

Turned, while we remained in our bellies

They do not eat a day at the five-day mark

For the five-day people are in more narrow straits

Many wise ones died with hardship

While the helpless one carried the prize of health