Getting to like the smell of fish, I’m out at market wearing a money belt.
Get married, throw away the legal wife—shall I try living with a concubine?
Wooden shoes, those wooden shoes—give one away and still I’m rich.
Sold a wife for 300 won,
Plucked out both eyes and sold those for 300 won, too.
I am the leper going to beg for food, to the ridge of the barley field where the sun comes up—a true leper.