Entends, ô Khons-Hoptou ! L’homme s’agite et change.
Mais celui-là, mon fils, est digne de louange
Qui se souvient et tout d’abord,
Ainsi qu’un voyageur la route poursuivie,
Contemple ce qui fut, ouvre l'œil sur sa vie
Et veille en préparant sa mort.
Heureux dès sa naissance, heureux parmi les hommes,
Le Scribe satisfait dont...
His soul extracted from the public sink,
For discord born he splasht around his ink;
In scandal foremost, as by scandal fed,
He hourly rakes the ashes of the dead.
Secure from him no traveller walks the streets,
His malice sees a foe in all he meets;
With dark design he treads his daily rounds,
Kills where he can, and, where he cannot,...
