“Lean over the window, you fried eyes,
That you may look upon the open skies!”
A great outburst of laughter greeted the jest of the poet and the laughter spread from mouth to mouth like the sound of water falling down a stony valley.
A rival poet shouted:
“Look, what a blind man can see!
If he closes his eyes and tries to flee.”
The laughter was renewed.
A third one cried out:
“Oh, face of a dead brute!
Your crazy hair stands resolute!”