By those who race with panting breath
And strike sparks of fire
And push home the charge in the morning
And raise the dust in clouds
And move forward en masse
Truly the human being is ungrateful to their Guardian Evolver
And to that they bear witness
And violent is their love of wealth
Does he not know, when that which is in the graves is scattered abroad
And that which is in the chest is made manifest
That their Guardian Evolver had been well acquainted with them that day