I am the king's guest every night at the table of kindness and loyalty

I am the guest of the possessor of fortune, whose fortune may endure

One night at the table of lions, a monkey joined them

If he were not quarrelsome, where is he from, and where is the lion from?

Look, from the king's sword, blood drips in the arena

After all, what impudence is this? By God, it is wrong, by God, it is wrong

If a lion cub suddenly scratched its mother's face

You are not your own enemy, do not put your claw on it

He who drinks milk from lions is a lion, not a man

I have seen many human-shaped figures who were dragons

Although Noah was human-like, the flood was man-devouring

If there is a spark of fire, that spark has flames

I am a sword and blood-shedding, I am both soft and sharp

Like the world, I am perishable, my exterior is pleasant, and my interior is calamity