This infamy, O my Prince, 
is delicious! 
Some revile me, 
others applaud, 
I simply follow my incomprehensible road. 
A razor-thin path 
but you meet some good people, 
a terrible path but you hear a true word. 

Turn back? 
Because the wretched stare and see nothing? 
O Mira's lord is noble and dark, 
and slanderers 
rake only themselves 
over the coals