Flee As A Bird

Flee to the mountain as a bird,
The mountain of anchor and hope,
From the ruthless chain of your guilt,
Hovering around your neck.

Cling to the side of the mountain,
And hold it firmly lest you fall,
For it was earnestly protect you,
Against the pursuit of your guilt.

As the hen covers her chicks,
So will he earnestly protect you,
Saving you against the arrows,
Of the passions of your guilt.

It's security is so sure,
Why not hold unto the mountain.