Ambrosius Stub: Aria (Græm dig aldrig...)

 

 

Aria

 

Græm dig aldrig, thi det svier,

     Uven griner ad din Vee;

Spar ey heller, saa du gnier,

     Thi deraf vil Arving lee.

Uven seer dig helst i Nöden,

Arving önsker dig kun Döden;

     Vær da vel tilmode,

Giör dig selv tilgode,

Lev og lee dem begge ud.

 

 

Aria

 

Grieving’s foolish for it pains you,

     At your woe your foe will laugh;

Hoarding money merely drains you

     Solely on your heir’s behalf.

Every foe will wish you sighing,

Every heir will wish you dying;

     So choose peace of mind,

     To yourself be kind,

Live and laugh them both to scorn.