Aku, your greatness is so greatly
That your words affect us straightly
Once they're said.
Once you have wished it, we are led
To do your will innately;
We find you then, alone and stately,
Black and red;
You look at us and wish us dead
In fashion most irately,
As you have just done lately.
Full of dread,
We take your orders weightly.
Goodly great Aku most noble
Your sovereign nature's reign is global.
You are grand
To levels one can't understand
With these human brains bi-lobal.
Our consciousness should be more mobile
And be manned
With methods so we could withstand
Those doings which are thought ignoble.
We, afterall, do not want trouble
By your hand,
So let's make peace with Noodles Sobal.
Translator's Note: It's interesting to observe that, probably due to Aku's appearance, Japanese Soba Noodles were already known in Europe at this time. The poem was written by the leaders of a small village in an effort to appease Aku, who had recently condemned them to death. Aku's stated reason for killing them anyway was that "noble doesn't rhyme with trouble. And I hate Soba noodles."