Take your stand, indolent women!Listen to me!Indulgent, indolent women,listen closely to what I have to say.In just a little over a year from now,you’ll be shaken out of your lazy lives.The grape harvest will fail,and there’ll be no fruit on the trees.Oh tremble, you indolent women.Get serious, you pampered dolls!Strip down and discard your silk fineries.Put on funeral clothes.Shed honest tears for the lost harvest,the failed vintage.Weep for my people’s gardens and farmsthat grow nothing but thistles and thornbushes.Cry tears, real tears, for the happy homes no longer happy,the merry city no longer merry.The royal palace is deserted,the bustling city quiet as a morgue,The emptied parks and playgroundstaken over by wild animals,delighted with their new home.