Whether one is eminent or humble depends on Fate,
Success and failure each has its own season.

Genial, glib-tongued good-for-nothings
Cheat each other in pursuit of profit;
Ingrates degrade grace bestowed,
And expose it to the scorn of slanderers.

The wagtail chirrups among the clouds,
Flying continuously with nothing to hope for,
How could one expect that the man who kept aloof
One day would be unable to preserve himself?