These two, O king, dwell as it were in a realm higher than heaven itself: the man of power endowed with forgiveness, and the poor man who shows mercy. Among things rightly acquired, these two should be reckoned as misuse: giving to the unworthy, and refusing the worthy. These two should be cast into the water with weights firmly bound to their necks: the wealthy man who does not give, and the poor man who is proud. These two, O tiger among men, could pierce the very orb of the sun: the beggar who has attained perfection in yoga, and the warrior who has fallen in open battle. O bull of the Bharata race, men versed in the Vedas have said that the means of men are good, middling, or bad. Men too, O king, are good, indifferent, or bad. They should therefore be employed accordingly, in the work for which they are suited. These three, O king, can have no wealth of their own: the wife, the slave, and likewise the son; and whatever they earn belongs to the one to whom they themselves belong. Great fear arises from these three transgressions, namely.