Dread of begging
It is worth millions not to beg Even from the precious ones who delight in giving. If some must beg and live, let the Creator of the world Himself roam and perish! No greater folly than the hope that Begging will rid the misery of poverty. No place can hold the greatness of those Who don’t beg even during troubled times. There is nothing sweeter than even the watery gruel Earned by one's own labour. No greater disgrace for the tongue than to beg Even if only water for a cow. This I beg of all beggars, 'If beg you must, beg not from misers.' The hapless ship of begging will split The moment it strikes the rock of refusal. The heart melts at the thought of begging And dies at the thought of denial. Where will the niggard’s life seek refuge When the beggar’s life is taken by refusal?