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.
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The poet here speaks of the vain effforts we make to immortalize our names through mundane efforts and hence the more we take pride in it, we lose our introspective vision.