There were two Clauses in a distant mountain village.
Big Claus was rich with four horses.
Little Claus was poor with only one horse.
Big Claus always bullied and exploited Little Claus,
Whose heart was filled with fatigue after a day of hard work.

Little Claus, on the farmland was busy,
Big Claus suddenly swung the whip fiercely.
O Poor horse of Little Claus,
Who fell down mournfully and silently.

In sorrow, Little Claus buried the horse.
Peeled off its skin, carried it on his back and wandered towards the distance,
Encountering a heavy snowfall on the road, and the cold was raging!

He saw a large farmhouse.
The lights inside were warm and bright with the fragrant food!
He stepped forward and knocked on the door, full of longing.
Dong, dong, dong!
“May I come in?” ”NO!”
He was rejected by the farmer’s wife, and his heart felt cold!

In the cold wind, he trembled and felt embarrassed,
Moving towards the broken shed, with heavy footsteps and a broken centre of gravity.
Through the gap, he caught a glimpse of the scenery inside.
The farmer’s wife and the pastor raised their glasses and laughed.
The delicious food on the table emitted a tempting fragrance,
And he only found out that these two were in an extra affair!

The farmer’s figure slowly swayed from afar,
The fire of jealousy surged in Little Claus’s heart.
Looking at himself, covered in mud and soaked in rain,
Looking inside again, extravagance and revelry were too arrogant.
Evil plans grew silently in the depths of one’s heart.
He saw the peasant woman nervously hide the pastor into the big box.

He took out the horsehide and stomped hard on the soles of his feet.
The creaking sound pierced through the silent night window,
Shouting loudly towards the farmhouse to deceive people,
Inside the bag was the magic craftsman who could transform into delicious food.
The farmer was greedy, and his eyes instantly sparkled,
Opening the oven, the food was there lying.

Little Claus cleverly tricked out fine wine.
The farmer was bewitched, as if he had been led by a demon.
Willing to buy this “magic bag” with gold,
He let Little Claus take away the box of the Tibetan priest.

Arriving at the bridge, the rain was raging.
Little Claus threatened to throw the box into the middle of the river.
The priest was terrified and trembled uncontrollably in the box.
To save his life, he reluctantly surrendered with one bushel of gold.
At this moment, kindness in his eyes had disappeared.
Only greed, indifference, disdain, and unrestrained display remained.

Little Claus carried the gold coins and continued to explore.
Upon hearing this, Big Claus was so jealous that he went crazy.
He was determined to emulate him to make a fortune,
But little did he know that his fate had laid a different web.*