P rincat e tu janë si karkalecat, oficerët e tu si mizëri karkalecash që ndalen midis gjerdheve në ditët e ftohta; po, kur del dielli, fluturojnë tutje, por nuk dihet se ku kanë shkuar.
Your commanders are like swarming locusts, And your generals like great grasshoppers, Which camp in the hedges on a cold day; When the sun rises they flee away, And the place where they are is not known.
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