My money-bag, alas! what a feeble sound!
You are far too wide, are far too long!
The guilder becomes so lonely,
Soon the last one shall leave you in the lurch,
And the halfpenny, too, shall slip out
In a trice, like a church-mouse!
  My money-bag, my money-bag,
  My poor, long money-bag!

  Only you, my heart, are far too small!
Could all my happiness ever fit into you? --
But do you continue to pulse no less joyfully,
Confident in your treasure and hoard!
You only become the more wealthy the more you give,
And only the more happy, the more you love!
  My heart, you, my heart, you,
  What does the money-bag concern you!