Art manifests when leisure is found

I have nothing to carry in hand
Polis is not easy to understand
For a slave from a cradle of hay
There is no choice for them
The plow or the burden

Let (may) the play begin in Athena
Let (may) the play freely begin

I don't hear a thing from where I am
But even so I'm attentive and smile

Ah, ah, ah, ah I could smile

From feast to feast I dream it
When not present in the moment
I see myself in characters
But idleness is just for citizens