I am a bystander, a spectacle myself,
Who harms only when desired, fully desired;
I keep a stout opinion, after the love of another,
Minor opinions are aroused, after the love of people.
I lead and you expel, from the fountain that springs
From the earth so hot and angry, a bath has shaped
From my authority to celebrate the young nation.
By itself, a well has grown to expel and expulsion
Is wrong, too incorrect, for the water is not dirty.
A bath is my conjecture, the factor of worship,
Opinion after ideas fashions us afterwards.