The more of Joy you give to others
the more of it swells and multiplies.
Keep it to yourself, it rots
And the fount runs dry.
Giving increases your joy’s deposit
grabbing and robbing swells your deficit
the giver’s stock account is ever bull
his/her store is ever full
With an ever-increasing energy
You feel an inner flow of passion
adding to your joy and satisfaction
a healthy tranquil mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem