Turn Back?

This infamy, O my Prince,

is delicious!

Some revile me,

others applaud,

I simply follow my incomprehensible road.

A razor-thin path

but you meet some good people,

a terrible path but you hear a true word.

Turn back?

Because the wretched stare and see nothing?

O Mira's lord is noble and dark,

and slanderers

rake only themselves

over the coals