Oh, my friend
Take the satchel of gold attached
To this wasting body
Please
Buy yourself a house
Or marry a good woman
Please
Take it
It is all I can offer you
Please
Ignore my wretched hands
Reaching for you
Please
Take the cloak off of my back
Use it to shield you from this harsh sun
Please
Hold my hand
For just a while
Please
I swear I will ask you
For nothing more
Please
I will not cling to you
In fear of dirtying your clothes
Please
Leave me
For your satisfied smile turns my empty stomach
Please
Go