When a man begs, extending his hands out,
His soul is ashamed of his act and it may hide,
Those who beg are the dead without the souls.
When the man refuses to donate to the simple need,
His soul will be ashamed of the truth and it too hides,
Those greedy misers are dead too without the souls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem