1001. Dead is he who heaps up riches in his house but enjoys none.
Nothing will result of it.
1002. Thinking wealth is the cause of all, if a man is stingy,
Inglorious birth will come to his folly.
1003. The birth of those who want to earn wealth than glory
Is a burden to the earth.
1004. What will a miser think of his legacy to leave behind
When he is not sought after by anyone for some succour?
1005. No use of one’s piled up crores of money
When one neither gives nor enjoys it oneself.
1006. The wealth of him who doesn’t enjoy it himself and lacks
The nature to give a thing to the deserved, is a disease.
1007. The wealth of a man who doesn’t give a needed one to the poor
Likens a fair woman living singleis getting old.
1008. The wealth of one that is not sought after
Is the poisonous tree bearing fruits in the midst of a village.
1009. Straining oneself and being uncharitable, the great wealth
earned, without love will be inherited by others.
1010. The brief poverty of the famous rich man
Likens the rain clouds going dry soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem