The soul is more precious

I saw you gloomy and pessimistic.

You were never fit for the circumstances.

Did the sky fall on you?

Because you didn't have money?

Money doesn't meet all a person's needs

All he had in life was a smile

The poor man lived his life in luxury

And if the rich man wanted to share

He went back to the doctor and said: Eat only

This and that, and add restaurants to it

When he saw that the poor man's hand took

The food he wanted, it came in harmony

So his stomach went from the pain

After his intestines swelled, he wasn't in good health

The doctor said: There is no medicine for his illness

So he cried out and said: Death is near

If your friends reproach you, your soul is more precious

It is not for sale, and it was not given to the world

The one above the bed wants it

It was not given to him; so he became delusional

How noble and lowly are his treasures of wealth

And he wished that the seasons would come