1. O you who reproach from on high
Look to the stars, do they look back?

2. You've parched your pens, so strike with them
The rabble's hordes, perhaps they'll wet you

3. You've brought us sweetness, so you think
To us it's been but vinegar and sugar

4. You've said your words are purest pearls
To us mere pebbles are your treasures

5. So say to those who fling their spears
Skyward - pause, just pause, lest you be scattered