Ain long atta dat, de nyounga son sell all e hab. E tek e money an e gone ta a place way off. E ron roun dey da lib loose life, an e shrow way all e money.
Jedus tell e ciple dem say, “One time a rich man hab one wokman een chaage ob e propaty. Dat rich man yeh say dat de wokman ain been scraight, dat e beena loss e bossman money.
An one po man name Lazarus lib dey too. E been kiba wid sore. E ain able eben fa waak roun. An ebry day, dey come bring Lazarus, leddown ta dat rich man door.
De ooman been weah purple an bright red cloes, an e been dress op fine wid a heapa gole, an stone wa da shine, an pearl bead. E been hole a gole cup een e han, wa full op wid dorty ting wa e loose life bring.
Dey gwine cry out say, “Woe! E a haad time fa true fa dat city dey wa done been git big powa. E nyuse fa be like ooman wa dress wid fine linen, an purple an bright red cloes. E been dress op fine wid gole, an stone wa da shine, an pearl bead.
Leh um git lick an suffa good fashion, an mek e haat hebby, jes like e been mek esef big wid powa an e been able fa hab all kind ob ting. Cause e da taak ta esef say, ‘A de queen, da seddown pon me shrone! A ain no wida ooman. A ain neba gwine weep an wail fa nobody!’