SERMON ONE TO GUDU AND BABA

 

Hark dear! As long as you have enough wealth;

You can, at will, fly in the loftiest sky,

You can savour the flavour of soup, curry or fry,

You can buy the goods of your choice, in true faith.

Hark dear! Unless you have sound health;

Turns instantly futile all your material wealth;

For, without it, a step seems farther than the horizon,

 All royal luxuries and  enjoyments vanish anon!