d ikush është krejt vetëm dhe nuk ka as bir as vëlla, megjithatë mundi i tij nuk ka të sosur dhe sytë e tij nuk janë ngopur me pasuri. Por nuk e pyet veten: "Për kë po lodhem dhe e lë veten pa asnjë të mirë?". Edhe kjo është kotësi dhe një mundim i rëndë.
There was a certain man who lived alone. He did not have a son or a brother. Yet he worked all the time. His eyes were never happy with the riches he had, and he never asked, “For whom am I working and why am I keeping myself from happiness?” This also is for nothing. It is work that brings sorrow. A True Friend
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