Oh, Aku who rages deep within as no one else can,
And hates so hard it manifests in eyebrows set aflame,
Can anger burn as brightly so in any other man?
How noble, you, with outrage such, and venom very true,
Afflicted as a leper's skin, with boils full of spite.
Your loathing blooms and malice fumes as steam from hot spiced punch,
With bitterness and vinegar instead of honey sweet.
Indignancy and villainy are nothing not from you.
Splenetic lord, how great you are! Your fury awes us so.
Your mighty hate cannot abate, and that, I feel, is good.
Tumultuous and fearsome lord, how does your anger grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells and jacks all in a row.
What passioned rage, what seething ire's inspired in your heart!
Oh lord so great and full of hate, what lusty blaze from you!
Your poisoned wrath cannot be met with anything but joy.
(Translator's note: Aku had the author, William the Inappropriate, killed for that line abut lepers.)