More Fudns Increase Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

More funds

Less you cling
More you bring
Happiness and fortune
The bright sun shall shine

More attachment
Makes life unpleasant
Devoid of fruitfulness
And no happiness

More wealth you have
And don't behave properly
That wealth becomes like dust
In one corner it will rust

Crate inclination
For donation
To needy and poor
You shall earn name and honor

The wealth and prosperity may add
Many fold
It will always grow
The peace and happiness shall always show

It has sacred rule
God may grant you full
Open the gate for more funds
You shall be able to use with free hand