"I give up," said to himself the weary traveller
The goal is far, wish it were nearer
The way is long, dangerous and difficult
With demons and witches with powers of occult
Ready to surround, menace and wound.

Peaks upon peaks and valleys beyond valleys
Each plateau climbed reveals newer heights
Precipitous descents and unending ascensions
And many hairpin bends to go around
"I give up," said to himself the weary traveller
And slept for a while on the rocky ground.

Just then he heard a heavenly voice
"Awaken!" said the angel, "rejoice!"
The Lord is pleased with you for all you did
To your fellow beings whom you fed
When they were hungry and put them to bed
Like Abu Ben-Adam, before you,
Your goal is reached, here and now.