One day,
Jakov Dziedziczak Rabinovich of Przedsucza,
Present-day Poland,
Also known as the Holy Jew,
Encouraged his disciple,
Rabbi Simcha Bunim,
To go on a trip.
He did not tell him where to go,
Therefore,
This one,
Who already knew his teacher's way of working,
Did not ask.
He simply went to the outskirts of the city in the company of other Hasidim and followed the path that was drawn.
After a long morning walking,
They arrived at the inn of a small village,
Whose regent was very happy to welcome such pious guests.
Rabbi Bunim settled in the living room,
While his companions wondered around here and there,
Concerned to know if the meat was pure,
That is,
If it met the strict Jewish prescriptions,
If a knife without fangs had been used,
And if the ritual of killing had been followed faithfully.
Then an old man appeared,
And he looked very humble,
With a pilgrim's staff in his hand.
You,
The Hasidim,
Are always so scrupulous with what you take to your mouth.
However,
You do not take care with the same zeal of what comes out of it.
Rabbi Bunim felt a great desire to approach this enigmatic man,
But the pilgrim,
Like the prophet Elijah,
Disappeared immediately.
That same afternoon they set out on their way back.
Rabbi Bunim understood that the purpose of his commitment had taken place during that fleeting meeting.
