Takes its place under the sky,
Your grass hut or your barrel,
Acquired some lazy or pedantic virtue,
In the free sun, the shady shores of springs, eat spinach and root; there your right hand, Torn from the heart the passions of man,
From these passions blooms the splendor of virtue,
You have lowered nature, blocked the senses,
Like a gorgon, turning living men into rocks. We don't need a dull society,
This society of your necessary moderation,
There is no need for such unnatural stupidity,
Know neither joy nor sorrow;
forced posturing passive
Courage beyond positivity.This lowly gang,
fixed their place in mediocrity, became your slavish soul; but we
Only such virtues are admired, madness is allowed,
Acts of valor and magnanimity, grandeur,
all-seeing prudence, boundless Grandeur, and that heroic virtue,
Since ancient times there has not been a name,
Only typical, like Hercules,
Achilles, Chisius.Roll into your dirty den:
When you see the new liberated universe, you should seek to know what these most beautiful things are.