Meet him in sweat of thy brow

Leave this chanting and singing
And telling of beads!
Whom dost thou worship
In this lonely dark corner
Of a temple with doors all shut?
Open thine eyes and see
Thy God is not before thee!

He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground
And where the path maker is breaking stones.
He is with them in sun and in shower,
And his garment is covered with dust.
Put off thy holy mantle
And even like him
Come down on the dusty soil!

Deliverance? Where is this deliverance to be found?
Our master himself has
Joyfully taken upon him the bonds of creation;
He is bound with us all for ever.

Come out of thy meditations
And leave aside thy flowers and incense!
What harm is there if thy clothiers
Become tattered and stained?
Meet him and stand by him in toil
And in sweat of thy brow.