Night's wound turned blue,

In the desert where I wandered through,

No bird flew in the purest air, (No bird flapping in the purest air,)

No sound of my footsteps, like other nights fair.

No sound of my footsteps, like other nights fair.

Each blow added to another,

Until a wall of stone I did gather,

To build a strong fortress around me,

High and wide, to shield what I could see.

To block the path of giants,

Whose illusion bound my soul to their tyrants.

Days and nights, they passed me by,

Left with idle hands and a washed-out eye,

No regrets or desires pumped through my veins,

No disturbing thoughts of what's gone remained.

But in my solitude, I pondered deep,

And the wall's shadowy images began to creep,

Designs of demons, from smoke's colors spun,

Until one silent night, the wall's form emerged from the ground.

Regret mixed with bewilderment,

As I saw the wall that was my own torment.

Night's wound turned blue

In a desert where I was

No bird flew in the clear air

No sound of my footsteps like other nights

One blow added to another

Until I built a wall of hard stones around me

Tall and strong to shield

Anything coming to my low eyesight

And to block the path of giants

Whose illusion tied my being to their stature

Days and nights passed

I remained here, washed out, with idle hands

No regrets or desires pumping through my veins

No disturbing thoughts of what's gone

But I pondered, then the wall

Elicited dark images and from the smoke's colors

Designs of demons emerged.

Until one night, like other silent nights

The wall's figure emerged from my feet

Regret mixed with bewilderment.

The line "Each blow added to another" refers to a process of gradually building up a wall of stones
around oneself, block by block. It can also be interpreted more metaphorically to mean the
accumulation of hardships and challenges in one's life that ultimately lead to the construction of a
protective barrier around oneself.