So that eggs would be laid and broth would boil,
The housewife raises speckled-hens.
Fortunes grow and the throne grows stronger
From the number of slave-people.

“Give them less, take from them more
Under the guise of democracy,
But do not go beyond the banks,
Pacify the party’s opponents!” —

A hint to tyrants, and they are among us,
And each one dreams of a crown.
Not for nothing is paradise-time the bait
After the soul flies off beyond the clouds.