Mud that the sun and the moon moulded
With creative hands, without distinction.
Equal they made us, they formed us
Without caste or unjust preference.
They gave us the ability to think and feel,
The freedom to walk without repression.
Men of clay with dreams to live,
Of brotherly love and noble aspiration!
From Earth's clay we come,
Earthly purity, simple matter.
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