到处佝偻笑伊首,何仇于天、何亲于地;终朝筹算问尔心,何轻于命、何重于财?
到处卑躬屈膝,可笑你的头为什么有仇于天而又有恩于地而抬不起来?终日谋尽计算,问你的心为什么轻生命而重钱财?
The recording studio has become the new concert hall, and the microphone the new critic.
Profit that depletes the planet is no profit at all.