I earned a lot of jewels and ornaments
Those which I liked to keep
In safety ways to enjoy my life
And a safe locker I looked in the world
A bank locker, I preferred for
There I lost my sleep in nights
Where I feared the loss of the jewels
A burglary that I felt in dreams
A burglar with weapon I feared in nights
My dreams of love were already lost
My locks that I kept in a wardrobe
Somehow missed in night I suspect
Where my days became so fearful
The desire of wealth a cowards ill health
A deep sleep that I dreams today
Where my locks lost not remember
In fact health is wealth I knows
And wealth for a living gives life.
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I would like to translate this poem
Health is all that we need; and, laughter is the best medicine.