The penetration of the radiant Sun rays
Into my solemn hiding place
Woke me up to receive an official routine
salute from the captain of the Cocks

Lifting up my eyes to Meta's green Chambers ,
I beheld the omen, that Trousers and Skirts
Are at daggers drawn for the race to the top

Only one stool there is at the mountain top,
Intellectual Crabs with Sickle like limbs
Travel a step distance for a thousand years
and finally arriving at a place called no place

Same Crabs, return to the pond
and swim together,
Sharing in common, all that should
go through the mouth

Pondering over this, the one in my little upstairs said,
Nullus amicus perpetuus,
Nullus inimicus perpetuus in re publica.