The King of Donkeys comes back to our holy dance
You should be the Sovereign of Fools, we want to bow down,
And behind him in full splendour and lavish number
First one sees the donkey's cardinal in gaudy garb.
He's followed in step by the dance's prince, then straight away by Bacchus looking quite stylish
And beside him Gambrinus stepped, the reveler's funny God
Next came a joker, the King's fool, Thalia1 and the god Pan,
a whole swarm of light entertainments with their plays
on a funny people, until right at the end a sad picture presented itself,
a scrawny woman in ragged clothes, it was dire2 need
But she today shall be of the nobility and wear a crown
Let her be given the best wine, no-one shall deny her.
1. presumably the muse, not the grace2. literally "dear"