And in joy of leisure and in bitter trouble,
Let each of you will be loyal to himself*.
Wear masks, wear them,
Only being under a mask
You'll be able to stay yourself !
At the behest of chance or their will,
The ignoramuses are walking around
In the masks of wise men.
And I think that each of you
Must have such a mask
In reserve.
And if a trouble happens to your friend,
It's never too late to put
The mask of compassion on your face.
Under the mask, like in fairy tale, you're invisible,
And can laugh over your friend
as much as you want.
And in joy of leisure and in bitter trouble,
Let each of you will be loyal to himself.
Wear your masks, wear them,
Only being under a mask
You'll be able to stay yourself !