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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.

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被我用我的名字囚禁起来的那个人，在监牢中哭泣。

我每天不停地筑着围墙；

当这道围墙高起接天的时候，

我的真我便被高墙的黑影遮断不见了。

我以这道高墙自豪，

我用沙土把它抹严，唯恐在这名字上还留着一丝罅隙；

我煞费了苦心，我也看不见了真我。