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It little profits that an idle king,
一個無嘢做嘅王
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
喺呢個唔郁嘅爐邊、喺呢啲荒山裸岩之間
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
夾埋個老太婆, 向未開化嘅民族
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
頒埋曬啲唔公平嘅律法
It little profits that an idle king,
其實無着數
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
佢哋識得攬住啲嘢、識瞓、識食，就係唔識我。