Returning I saw in the mists of the heat of the day A man labor alone Without brother Without child Without partner A labor to no end Wealth without pleasure Riches no-one would share To vanish like the mists of the heat of the day And I saw sorrow Working together Two reap more Than by working alone Each raising the other from the dust Rather than stumbling and falling alone Each sharing sweet warmth Rather than being cold alone Striving together against odds Rather than being beaten alone Together seeking a third and more To be stronger still