Woe to your envious eye.

An eye that will make me cry.

That one will cause me to die,

Then I'll tell you "Bye";

You'll never see me for aye.

What if you became pure-hearted,

Nobody would ever be wounded

And you would feel free contented,

Then you'd never be deserted.

Be not a bird of ill-omen.

Let not your heart be swollen.

Be you like an innocent pigeon

On a branch of olives, it is set upon.

Live and let live, that's the principle.

Nothing is worth such wrangle.

All leave the earth popping like a bubble.

That which benefits people is to double;

The other thing is certain to topple.

That's my word, so don't stumble.