Y our guardsmen are like the swarming locust. Your marshals are like hordes of grasshoppers Settling in the stone walls on a cold day. The sun rises and they flee, And the place where they are is not known.
Princat 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.
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