What is unsprinkled will not bear fruit.
The sky will water with rain,
A human — with blood and sweat.
At first not at one’s own expense —
The sword will cut down what is another’s,
And save one’s own.

I will sit on the throne, hide abroad,
I will sic the TCC on my neighbor,
I take pride in the heroes at the zero line,
I keep my fists clenched for them.

However I disguise myself, the moment comes:
For the good of my own and of enemies
The ego lies down in the earth.
For their harvest
I will do the utmost —
I will give all of myself.