He whom I enclose with my name
is weeping in this dungeon.
I am ever busy building this wall all around;
and as this wall goes up into the sky
day by day I lose sight of my true being
in its dark shadow.
I take pride in this great wall,
and I plaster it with dust and sand
lest a least hole should be left in this name;
and for all the care I take
I lose sight of my true being.