“They entertain the king with their evil circus,delight the princes with their acrobatic lies.They’re a bunch of overheated adulterers,like an oven that holds its heatFrom the kneading of the doughto the rising of the bread.On the royal holiday the princes get drunkon wine and the frenzy of the mocking mob.They’re like wood stoves,red-hot with lust.Through the night their passion is banked;in the morning it blazes up, flames hungrily licking.Murderous and volcanic,they incinerate their rulers.Their kings fall one by one,and no one pays any attention to me.