Through the day and through the night,
Till the pristine glory,
Of the dawn and the dusk,
They set their hands,
Towards their spontaneous work.
In the heat of the sun they did their task,
With their skin covered with sweat masks.
No nightingale did ever chant,
For them and their weary hands.
In the freezing winters they carried on,
Between the chilly winds and snowy flakes.
No Cuckoo bird did ever sing,
But they kept working till the spring.
Practice made their work perfect,
And heightened it's quality.
Their efforts paid them back,
As unity was something, they didn't lack,
Never did they loose their hopes,
Finally leaving behind the quotes,
"IT TAKES HARD WORK,
TO CHOOSE THE CORRECT WAY,
AS THEY DID NOT BUILD ROME IN ONE DAY."