Our clothing

A designer a Needleman
Among others you’ve turned me
To sew a special cloth
Well fitting it will be,
Without a measure it will be
To bring out the hidden you
Like a just lighted candle
in the fearful dark

a clothing to suit all
the frequent changing cloud
a clothing to wear once
never to be removed
because the dusty winds by day
and the biting air by night
would not penetrate and tarn its white
brightness; the true sign to other designers

fashion could make others nicer, but my
clothing would be for a life long
just as it was from the beginning
when it was first sewed;
in similar sizes and colours,
without any change in texture
without a single uncertainty
the surest way to live long

pick it not from a freezing shop
the changing sky know not
what you wear that would not
be removed; the shield against
the dusty winds by day
and the biting air by night
which would penetrate and tarn
our white brightness like us
a perpetual sign to others

a ruler among men have they been
false kings whose ruler ship like ill wind
has brought no good;
for long life it would be
my clothing like was first sewed
in same colour, size and texture
by the creator the then designer
before our contemporary needle men