Once again, many greedy people appear
No different from silkworms wrapped in cocoons.

Wealth and riches are all they love,
Never giving their minds or bodies a moment's rest.

Every year their natures deteriorate
While their vanity increases.

One morning death comes before
They can use even half their money.

Others happily receive the estate,
And the deceased's name is soon lost in darkness.

For such people there can only be great pity.

Zen Master Ryokan