Observe the people of this world,
Some are lowly, some are noble.
The lowly are so from stinginess,
Hoarding wealth, not giving alms.
Since high and low are thus distinct,
Their karma's fruit from past lives grows.
If you have money, just eat and wear,
Truly, don't store it in chests.
One day the Lord of Death arrives,
His use of you is not your choice.
Your wife will marry another man,
Your child's heart will follow the mother's will.
My things I cannot use then,
I myself will have no mind.
Not having a body of a thousand years,
Yet you engage in affairs for a thousand years.