Your government is deadly dull Your people are purely pure Your government is prying prying Your people are needy needy Misery oh The resting place of blessings Blessings oh The hiding place of misery Who knows its zenith? It has no justice Justice turns to deceit Good turns to weird The confusion of men Its day is surely long Therefore the Sage Is square but not cutting Pointed but not stabbing Straight but not straining Bright but not glaring