The arts and methods, by which we use

To remove calamity are pretty shallow.

Just go to the root of the matter and

Think of a richly furred fox or a beaver.

It doesn't have to be seen to be believed

That they lodge in the forests on the hills

And lurk in their underwater burrows

Among the logs and rocks, keeping still.

At night they go about and during day

Remain in their holes -- so cautious are they.

Even if they are suffering from hunger

And other hardships, they still keep aloof

From the men's habitats, seeking their food

About the hills and ponds -- so steadfast they are.

Still they are not able to escape the danger

Of the net and trap, but what fault is it of theirs?

It is their furred skin which occasion them

Each and every sort of their distress. . .

Now think of this highly developed country --

Is it not its wealth that can be easily likened

To the skin of the mentioned here creatures?

I also have a dream to see this country rips its skin

And cleanses its heart and puts away its ambitions

Of superpower, and thus enjoys itself where it will be

Without the presence of any of its citizens

Beyond the frame of the true democracy -- the aim

This country was founded for not so long ago.