Problems have surrounded me,
For I scorned the commandments,
I bother the mechanic, the lawyer, the doctor.
A need arises for their protection —
I have driven the wrong way.

I take pills, I fill out papers,
I spend money and nerves,
I flee from the palace into caves,
Fear and panic without a break.

And what if I RETURN to the Owner’s Life —
Might He receive the prodigal son?
I will not find a better counselor —
People will pardon,
Health will come,
A car will start up.