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.