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；当这道围墙高耸入云的时候，我看不见，我的真我，它淹没在高墙的阴影中。

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缝隙，我煞费了苦心，我也看不见了真我。

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.