For I am like a first-born son forced from his heritage, whose place the steward has taken, the son of a favored slave.
O miserly old man who would keep what you cannot use,
Slothful monarch, most like the pitiful king of the chess-board
Shut in by the castle, guarded by pawns, and assaulted by the knight.
You are the man of the present hour, but already that hour is over.
Your right, I do not know what it is. But as for me, despised by all, I have sworn in my misfortune and in my solitude
By the air and by the earth,
That I would rise above the will of others.
And as for what my right is, listen all!
I did not gain that victory, but a beggar, a man unknown,