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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