Do not suffer, brother, the master is miserly

At the time of giving and generosity, he is unfortunate

Although he has taken half of the garden

But the tree is very fruitless

His brow is open, and his purse is closed

Do not be deceived that he has silver and goods

They have sewn his two hands to a board

What good is it if the master is on top of the throne?

Although his existence is a piece like a mountain

His generosity is dead and in pieces