Embrace disciple, my son
From your youth, when you’re young
You will find Wisdom with graying hair
First you plow then you sow
From your youth draw close
Then await her bountiful harvest
For in cultivating her you will labor but little
Soon you will eat her abundant fruit
Disciple, like her name
She is not accessible to many, but few
Put your feet in her fetters, your neck into her yoke
Stoop your shoulders and carry her weight
Afterward you will find rest in her
Her fetters become your throne of support
For her yoke is easy, her burden light
Take up your cross and follow
For her yoke is easy and her burden is light
If you wish you can learn
If you listen to God’s word
So frequent the company of elders
Let your feet wear away at their door
Eager for Godly discourse
Let no wise saying ever escape you
Reflect on the precepts of the Lord
Let His commandments be your mediation
For His yoke is easy, His burden is light
Take up His cross and follow
For His yoke is easy and His burden is light
Then He’ll enlighten your mind
Seek and you will find
And the Wisdom you seek will be yours
