His eye is fixed on the table of strangers,

The fire of his hunger hath consumed a whole world.

His sword is followed by famine and plague,

His culture lays a wide land waste.

The folk are crying out because of his indigence, 1375

His empty-headedness, and his oppression of the weak.

His power is an enemy to all:

Humankind are the caravan and he the brigand.

In his self-delusion and ignorance

He calls pillage by the name of empire. 1380