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 My Sight Of My True Being In Its dark Shadow.
I Take Pride In This Great Wall,
Am 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.
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