You must cancel your wealth, coming to your heart,
At night the counsel is obsolete, it spends itself.
You are a nobleman of warnings and example,
Your task uptakes as the swearing beholds itself.
You must cancel your wealth, coming to your heart,
It pounds deeply to fitfully neglect an inner thought.
The blood races like a horse, feeding frenzy and fire,
Like a chariot on the controlling edge, a comfortable die.
We seem exquisite when fortune has become a fool,
You must cancel your wealth, coming to your heart.
I feel the emotions of the heart on my tongue justly,
I froze a moment ago to abstain from existence as an elf.
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