Before you scorn me, my friend,
that I am leaving the most respected
father, mother, friends and big bungalow,
living in a small house of a simple person;
You must know,
since it is a small house,
I happened to stay close to him;
Because of the poverty,
I can take care of his needs
all by my hands; This is great for me!
The bigger house and wealth
made my father and mother,
being far away from each other
and of no use of living together!
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