For the sun arises with the scorching wind, and withers the grass, and the flower in it falls, and the beauty of its appearance perishes. So also will the rich man fade away in his pursuits.
Su jant fenkee, ba naaj wi tàng, kon gàncax lax, tóor-tóor ruus, te rafetaayam naaw. Noonu la boroom alal di nasaxe, moom ak i jëfam.