A face unbeknownst – belying recognition, To create mighty buildings is his mission. With caring hands does he mix, The cement and mud that he spreads over the bricks. Over his head he carries, The stones brought from the quarries.
Dissolve all your sorrows in the cup of your mind, Stir it with ladle of sweet thoughts, Let the fragrance come out through the words you speak. Serve it on a platter with gentle and encouraging words, That would be