A snake or a bumblebee, I did not see under the leaves,
Or maybe it was sin that stung?
In safety I lost my vigilance,
Took others’ lightly,
But my own — that’s no joke.

Yes, the doctors are at hand.
I’ll probably run to them.
But first I will sort myself out —
Where I crossed the line.

From medicine the tumor will subside,
The causes, however I might guess,
I will never know, unless He hints
Who sent the signal.