For the sun rises with its heat and dries up the meadow; the petal of the flower falls off and its beauty is lost forever. So also the rich person in the midst of his pursuits will wither away.
 Chùe nɨ̀n sala, nì bayn ɨ̀ to, yi nyò' ɨ̀nfû' mɨ̀ ɨ̀twa', mbùysɨ ateyn sìsɨ̀ ɨ yàlà. Yi ti n-ghɨ kɨmɨ ighel ta wùl ɨ gha'nɨ nɨn nî wu nà jelɨ̀ nî àwo a ŋweyn, mɨtì wu ni gvɨ̀tɨ kfɨ kɨ kfɨ.