I have something, yet something is borrowed.
And there's interest I'm ought to pay.
And if not today, surely tomorrow
They will come and will take you away.
Every night I am guarding my treasure
Watching sharply, my eyes even hurt,
So as later I could get a pleasure
And recover your sight in my thought.
Under moon there is nothing eternal,
Treasures often are conquered by foes.
But, my creature, beloved, nocturnal,
They'll be faced with my merciless force.