burden weighs upon one’s soul, under the debt’s own sigh.
The one whose spine is bent beneath the weight of what is due,
Finds not a moment’s peace in sleep; the night is pierced through.
Hidden from the eyes of men, they drift from place to place,
Ashamed to meet the lender’s eyes, hiding their weary face.
Though a noble heart may suffer till its spirit reach the end,
It finds no comfort in the debt, nor solace to extend.
Oh, would that every table were free from debts and gold,
To see the happy, debtless smile, as in the days of old
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