Having squandered the riches of the fatherly gift, I, wretched one, grazed with the dumb beasts. I desired their food and hungered; for I had not enough. Wherefore, I shall return to the compassionate Father, crying with tears: Receive me as one of Thy servants, as I kneel to Thy love for mankind, and save me.

- Doxasticon for the Prodigal Son