Translated by Steven Willett
Cyrnus, this city is pregnant, and I fear she’ll bear a man
who is the corrector of our evil insolence.
For these townsmen are still of sound mind, but their leaders
have shifted round to fall into great depravity.
Never yet, Cyrnus, have noble men destroyed a city;
but when it’s delightful for the base to run riot,
destroy the people and give judgements to the unjust
for their own domestic profit and power,
don’t hope that city to keep calm for very long,
even if she now lies in great tranquillity,
whenever these things become dear to base men,
profits coming along with public harm.
For from these rise civil strife, slaughter of kindred blood
and tyrants; may they never please the city.