Oh, poor leaders of the world!

Most of them, inwardly,

Stuffed full as a hole for fuel

And outwardly

Fast bound with cords

When they look quietly round

From out of their bondage

And think they have got

All they could wish,

They are no better than

Transported convicts

Whose arms are tied together

Or than lions and tigers in cages

And yet thinking they have got

Absolutely all they could long.

Ceremonies, laws, media, briefings,

Anti-inflation measures,

Offshore accounts and

Currency indicators,

With all the loopholes

Of jurisprudence,

Are the trivial matters

In the chaotic establishment.

Rewards and penalties

With their advantages and sufferings,

And the inflictions of punishments,

Are but the trivial elements

Of regulations and instructions.

As opposed to them all, oh, boy,

I mount on the clouds of the air,

Rides on the sun and moon's discs,

And ramble at ease beyond

All the seven seas. And all this

Is reachable due to the absence

Of a second thought and

Which I have cultivated so long

In the deep mountains.

Neither death nor life

Makes any change in me,

And how much less

Should the considerations

Of advantage and loss do so!