We bid farewell to these inhabitants of sandcastles
Who are the confessed impotent guides of the virgin heads
These professed vanguards of justice, order and parity
Who always stand condemned by their own contradictions
Whose verdicts make even the foxes hide in disguise
The drunken bulls forget their ferocity on seeing their villainy
Lunatic architects, who make a monument and destroy it in the end.
Pity for these famine-struck patronizers of the sparkling regiments
For whom the whole ration is their solo morsel
Always widening the gulf between their sayings and deeds
And becoming elated by ethereal pride in their ignorance
Preaching worship of the omnipotent in heaven,
And themselves behaving like a sinister deity on land
Oblivious of the approaching storm of acrimony, apathy and revolt
Which can reduce these airy fortresses to their shameful shrines
Alas! Fortune weeps over them and future puts a curse on them
And we bid farewell to these white-skinned one-eyed bearded fiends.