Woe to the selfish rich man

who closes his ears from hearing poverty.

May he cry constantly

in the puddle with no one to hear him

If a person dies of hunger

our cloaks shall be stained with his blood.

All the wealth of the world

won’t make up for his life

Give your charity unreservedly,

if you have much, give often,

if you only have a little, give a little,

but give you should without complaining

There isn’t a treasure in the world

as precious as charity.

That will be more valuable to you on your dying day

than golden riches and cash

Gold runs out and silver flows away,

bugs eat clothes and silks.

Food goes off and drink goes sour

but charity never deteriorates

Be eyes to the blind,

feet to the crippled and strength to the weak.

Break your bread for the starving

and clothe the sickly naked ones