I joyously sing this song;
You too participate with fervour;
And don't obligate others,
But encourages them.
Relationship is in exile,
While Mobile on the throne.
I'm not passing the buck;
I'm in league with those
who banished him.
Is subject so ruthless
Instead of the king?
How much honest honour
We do of the new prince
That we're ready
to prostrate before him.
He is debauched,
still our beloved.
He has knifed us
and our progeny,
And we love him
for his sainthood.
Be wary of his treachery
Or we'll be left
stranded on the sin.
I've sung my song;
Play yours in public.
Relationship is in exile;
He must be brought back