1. I see the place of kindness, though I cannot afford it
And I look away, though wealth beckons me, I do not indulge

2. I notice the neglect of the generous with sadness
And my money falls short of what would satisfy

3. And I close my palm from giving though it may seem
To others that I open it out of pretense

4. These nights kill us but do not end
And the days borrow from us but do not repay

5. And were it not for the dew, destitution would have bowed my pride
And nothing would console me from worries as it does

6. And how can generosity overflow while wealth abounds
And he who hoards money spends honor

7. And for lack of means, I make excuses to misfortunes
And if I could, I would treat them to some of my flesh