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