1. You brought charges against your judge—and brought yourselves low.

    You sought disgrace for him, but were yourselves disgraced.

  2. Long, by my life, you prospered through his good fortune;

    had he met with misery, you too would have been miserable.

  3. He was nothing but your shield, if only you had understood,

    but you had gone blind to your own right course.

  4. And here he is, dispensing judgment in spite of you.

    So die of rage, and do whatever you please;

  5. rub your backsides against the surface of the earth—

    you will never attain a tenth of his eminence, though you shit yourselves.

Sol 6.1