Hunger Comes, Speed Comes

Don't trust the spring, don't trust the summer,
Abril turns to winter and fall comes,
Neither the wind nor the frost,
Absence comes, little income comes.

The foundations you build are destroyed one by one,
Your hope is gone, your back is bent,
The time comes when the soul leaves the body,
Death comes to an end quickly.

Your wing is broken, your arm is broken,
Your dreams wander your way,
Lal is your tongue that speaks in your mouth,
Fifty heads come to a hundred.

You'll be sorry for the thorn, you'll be offended,
You get offended by the leaf and offend the branch,
You are offended by your property's worthless property,
Hunger comes, speed comes.