Verse 21

¹⁴And he said this: How wretched. I have made myself suffer for nothing. This toil of mine after money was not for dharma and not for desire. ¹⁵The money of mean men is generally never for happiness. Here it is for the burning of the self, and when they are dead it is for hell. ¹⁶The clean fame of those who have fame, the qualities worth praising in those who have them: even a little greed kills them, as a white patch kills the beauty one wanted. ¹⁷In the getting of money, in having it, in increasing it, in guarding it, in spending it, in losing it, in enjoying it, there is labour, fear, worry and confusion for men. ¹⁸Stealing, harming, lying, showing off, desire, anger, pride, drunken conceit, division, hatred, distrust, rivalry, and the vices:

¹⁹these are held to be the fifteen evils of men, and their root is money. So let one who wants what is best throw far away this evil that is called money. ²⁰Brothers, wives, fathers and friends are split apart. Over one small coin those who were fond of one another are made enemies on the spot. ²¹Over the smallest sum these people flare up, their anger blazing. They throw off friendship all at once, walk away, contend, and kill.