Neither earth nor heaven can truly repay Spontaneous aid. A timely help, though small, Is of greater value than all the earth. The help given without weighing the return, When weighed, outweighs the sea. To the discerning even millet of aid Is as big as a palm tree. Not according to the aid but its receiver Is its recompense determined. Forget not the friendship of the pure, Nor forsake friends who supported in trouble. The good remember through all seven births The friends who wiped their tears. To forget a good turn is not good, and good it is To forget at once what isn't good. Even a deadly hurt is soon effaced, If one recollects a past good turn. One may slain every goodness and yet escape, But no escape for one who slain gratitude.