Abel et Caïn

Translation:

Race of Abel, sleep and feed God is pleased;

Grovel in the dirt and die, Race of Cain.

Race of Abel, your sacrifice Flatters the nostrils of the Seraphim;

Race of Cain, is your punishment Never to know an end?

Race of Abel, your fields prosper Your cattle grow fat;

Race of Cain, your belly clamors Like a famished dog.

Race of Abel, warm yourself At the hearth of your fathers;

Shiver in the jackal's den, Race of Cain.

Race of Abel, increase and multiply, Even your gold will breed;

Though your heart burns, Race of Cain, Beware great appetites.

Race of Abel, build your cities Even as the ants;

Race of Cain, your children beg For bread beside the road.

Race of Abel, your corpse Will fatten the reeking earth;

Your labor, Race of Cain, Is not yet done.

Race of Abel, behold your shame: The sword yields to the butcher-knife!

Rise up, Race of Cain, And cast God down upon the earth!