sabato 5 novembre 2011

Viaggia, Rohita!

There is no happiness for those who never travel, Rohita!

By dint of staying in the men society,

Even the best man gets lost

Therefore, wander!

The traveller’s feet become flowers,

And his soul grows and gives fruits

And his vicious are washed up by the effort of travelling.

The fate of the one who stays still, doesn’t move

It sleeps when he falls asleep

And it gets up when he wakes up

Therefore, wander!

(dai Brāhmaṇas)

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