94. Hoarding breeds waste

குவித்தநெல் மூச்சிடும் வெப்பமே கொல்லும்குவிப்பவர் காணாக் கனா

kuvithanel mooschidum veppame kollumkuvippavar kaanaak kanaa

Heaped grain dies of nothing but the heat of its own breath; those who heap it never see this, even in a dream.

Grain piled deep warms from within as it breathes, and that heat spoils it.

95. Wealth outlives its keeper

புதைத்தான் புழுதியிற் பொன்னைப் புழுதியாய்ப்போனான் பொருளோ பிறர்க்கு

pudhaithaan puzhudhiyir ponnaip puzhudhiyaaypponaan porulo pirarkku

He buried his gold in the dust and went to dust himself. And what is that wealth to others?

Others: those who come after, if anyone ever finds where it lies.

96. Giving waits forever

ஈவதற்குப் போதுமெனில் என்றான் பொருள்குவிப்பான்ஈவதற்குப் போது மிலன்

eevadharkup podhumenil endraan porulkuvippaaneevadharkup podhu milan

‘If there is enough, I’ll give,’ says the man who heaps up wealth; he never has enough to give.