For the sun arises with the scorching wind, and withers the grass, and the flower in it falls, and the beauty of its appearance perishes. So also will the rich man fade away in his pursuits.
Kuba lithi lakuphuma ilanga, kunye nolophu, liyitshise ingca, ize ke intyantyambo yayo ivuthuluke, buthi nobuhle bembonakalo yayo butshabalale; siya kwenjenjalo nesityebi ukungcumbeka eluhambeni lwaso.