Let fortunes go; yet kinsmen know
The old accustomed love to show.
The gift of loving Kins bestows
Fadeless fortune's fresh flowers.
A kinless wealth is like a tank
Which overflows without a bank.
The fruit of growing wealth is gained
When kith and kin are happy found
Loving words and liberal hand
Encircle kith and kin around.
Large giver and wrathless man
Commands on earth countless kinsmen,
The crows hide not; thy call and eat
Welfare abides a man of heart.
From public gaze when kings perceive
Each one's merits so many thrive.
Forsaken friends will come and stay
When cause for discord goes away.
Who leaves and returns with motive
The king should test him and receive.
CHERISHING KINSMEN
