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 pathmaker is breaking stones. 
He is with them in sun and in shower, 
and his garment is covered with dust. 
Put of 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 clothes become tattered and stained? 
Meet him and stand by him in toil and in sweat of thy brow.