Questions of money
Haunts my beloved,
Possibly I make none
No treasures are forthcoming,
I see it as a mystery and
She as my laziness.

I work, my entire heart out,
I do in my limitations.

She rushes to me that all I do 
Is waste
If it pays not in money,
such work hard is the work of
lazy,
A mouth needs money,
Not words, if I have to
Remain your beloved,
Understand the grocer should
Never turn his back on you.