Since that mine of generosity has hunted us

At every breath, our gift is ten thousand

For us, golden and silver ladders

Are placed when our intention is on the beloved's roof

It is belladonna in the hidden world

Which is a treasure for us and a snake for the stranger

Do not count a treasury of silver before us

For we have countless gold and silver

If this slander was from the moth

Two hundred times more is from the king's hand