Tkl 2 4 06

Created by Jijith Nadumuri at 11 Oct 2011 11:02 and updated at 11 Oct 2011 11:02

TIRUKKURAL of Tiruvalluvar, the Tamil poet




2.4 Miscellaneous


2.4.6. Wealth without Benefaction

Who fills his house with ample store, enjoying none,
Is dead. Nought with the useless heap is done.
He who does not enjoy the immense riches he has heaped up in his house, is (to be reckoned as) dead, (for) there is nothing achieved (by him).

Who giving nought, opines from Wealth all blessing springs,
Degraded birth that doting miser s folly brings.
He who knows that Wealth yields every Pleasure and yet is so blind as to lead miserly life will be born a Demon.

Who Lust to heap up Wealth, but glory hold not dear,
It burthens Earth when on the stage of being they appear.
A burden to the Earth are men bent on the acquisition of riches and not (true) Fame.

Whom no one Loves, when he shall pass away,
What doth he look to leave behind, I pray?
What will the miser who is not liked (by any one) regard as his own (in the World to come)

Amid accumulated Millions they are poor,
Who nothing give and nought enjoy of all they store.
Those who neither give (to others) nor enjoy (their property) are (truly) destitute, though possessing immense riches.

Their ample Wealth is misery to men of churlish Heart,
Who nought themselves enjoy, and nought to worthy men impart.
He who enjoys not (his riches) nor relieves the wants of the worthy is a Disease to his Wealth.

Like Woman fair in lonelihood who aged grows,
Is Wealth of him on needy men who nought bestows.
The Wealth of him who never bestows anything on the destitute is like a Woman of Beauty growing old without a Husband.

When he whom no man Loves exults in great prosperity,
Tis as when Fruits in midmost of the Town some poisonous tree.
The Wealth of him who is disliked (by all) is like the Fruit bearing of the etty tree in the midst of a Town.

Who Love abandon, self afflict, and Virtue s way forsake
To heap up glittering Wealth, their hoards shall others take.
Strangers will inherit the riches that have been acquired without regard for Friendship, comfort and charity.

Tis as when rain cloud in the Heaven grows day,
When generous Wealthy man endures brief Poverty.
The short lived Poverty of those who are noble and rich is like the clouds becoming poor (for a while).

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