But unwise men
Fear everything;
The miser always longs for gifts.
My clothes
Gave I to two wood-men (men of the forest)
In the field;
They thought themselves men,
When they got the garments;
Ashamed is a naked man.
The fir withers
But unwise men
Fear everything;
The miser always longs for gifts.
My clothes
Gave I to two wood-men (men of the forest)
In the field;
They thought themselves men,
When they got the garments;
Ashamed is a naked man.
The fir withers