Anicca: Impermanence
The riches, wealth, and honour are all here, and still the hand that holds them cannot lift the food to the mouth. Everything gathered stays in flux, and a stranger walks off with the harvest before the owner tastes a bite. Grasp a fistful of water at the well and watch how much reaches your lips.
Macchariya: Miserliness
Heaping up more than the body can use tightens the grip until the goods rot in the storehouse. The clutching itself is the sickness, the evil disease named at the close. A closed fist can neither give nor receive.
Dukkha: Unsatisfactoriness
He wants nothing his soul desires, owns the whole desired heap, and cannot eat. Fullness of possession sits right beside emptiness of enjoyment, and the ache is sharper for it. A feast spread before a man who cannot swallow.
Alobha: Non-greed
The cure hiding under the complaint is the loosened hand that neither hoards for itself nor grudges the stranger his share. Wealth used freely nourishes; wealth clenched turns to ash in the barn. Open the granary while the grain is still good.