I.
This is a song of serfs that I have made,
A song of sympathy for grief and joy:—
The old, the young, the lov'd and the betrayed,
All, all must serve, for all must be obeyed.
II.
There are no tyrants but the serving ones,
There are no servants but the ruling men.
The Captain conquers with his army's guns,
But he himself is conquered by his sons.