1. The brother of glory, spending his kindness,
Will meet men as if they were his brothers.

2. For kingship is naught but through supporters,
And a man is naught but through his comrades.

3. As the fist clasps with the wrist,
So strive, that you may be raised high

4. And flags against you laid low.
No good in a hand that's barred from giving,

5. No good in a palm that's cut off from bounty,
No good in an arm that's bent and feeble.