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