by Kweku Atta Crayon
Scene 4.
( Faryali emerges from the convenient room adjourning King Kumboki's sacred chamber, in his left hand is a 24 inch gauge and a common gavel and in the right is a chisel. The light is illuminated and Haruq Adiq is seen descending the winding staircase from the Sanctum Sanctorum of the Temple)
Faryali (recitation in high spirit)
Oh Master of this noble craftBy thy pencil life exists
Lines are marked for this intended structure
Your words tickle my brain
and I can't help but work
Do you see a stain on my lips
One whose breast is safe
for the repository of my secrets
My right hand on left breast
Suffice me to say, yours is better shielded
against the attacks of the pernicious
Ears I bring without mouth
Eyes I offer without tongue
On your call, I have submitted
this humble self of mine
To listen but speak not
to see but picture not
Thy servant wait.
Haruq Adiq ( majestic recitation)
Words have climbed up hereThe walls have seen
Your Fellow craft men are witnesses
Great works you done
I need not employ the Heavens
It is the hope of wages that
sweeten labour
This sun has called you
from labour to refreshment
and thy have obeyed
Let laziness not arrest you
at the call of the moon
I bring you corn and oil
thy fruits of thy weekly labour.
Let this benefit first God
Thy Neighbour and thyself
For man is human when he understands
why the day is in 24 hours and not 32
Both Faryali and Haruq Adiq ( aria)
For Man is human when he understandswhy the day is in 24hours and not 32
For Man is human when he understands
why the teeth is fully grown in 32 and not 24
