As my brute hammer shapes the solid stone

Into the human form in which it ends

It is the one who holds and wields and guides it

From whom it takes the motion he intends

But the divine which has its home in heaven

Beautifies all its fair self being the best

To make a hammer another such is needed

And heavenly life gives life to all the rest

And as each hammer blow is stronger nobler

The higher it is raised above the forge

So over my hammer swings the immortal one

So I must fail the work be incomplete

Unless the heavenly workshop lends its aid

To ensure something unique on earth is made