Travel Verse

There is no rest for the one of intellect and refinement in his locality, so leave your homeland. Travel, and you will find a replacement for that which you left, and exhaust yourself for therein is the sweetness of life.

Verily I saw water become putrid in its stagnation, and become sweet when it flows. And the lions would not be fierce if they didn’t leave their grounds, and the arrow would not strike if it didn’t leave the bow.

And if the sun stayed in its place in the universe, people would have grown tired of it, And if the moon did not disappear every now and then, the anticipating eye would never spare it a glance.

And raw gold is as good as the dust that covers it, and the staff covered in dust is mere firewood.

In leaving your destiny will change, and in emigration you will become previous, like gold…