On the way to the other side
When it is lost
Carefully kept in cushion
He looks for that.

On the way to home, at the boat's front
Under the bottom of the oven,
under the bench of the room,
in the sides of the house.

Adolescence, and the youth have crossed
Now the old age came.

Nevertheless, he kept his mind in the hope
One day he will find his lost priceless gem.