na vā u devāḥ kṣudham id vadhaṃ dadur utāśitam upa gacchanti mṛtyavaḥ uto rayiḥ pṛṇato nopa dasyaty utāpṛṇan marḍitāraṃ na vindate
The Gods have not ordained hunger to be our death: even to the well-fed man comes death in varied shape. The riches of the liberal never waste away, while he who will not give finds none to comfort him.