Muhammad ibn Idris Al Shafii

(767-820 / فلسطين / غزة)

A Call To Travel


There is no rest in residence for a person of culture and intellect,
so travel and leave where you're residing!
Travel! You will find a replacement for what you have left.
And strive! The sweetness of life is in striving!
I've seen that water stagnates if still becomes pure if it runs,
but not if it doesn't flow If the lion doesn't leave his den he cannot hunt,
and the arrow will not strike without leaving its bow
If the sun stood still in its heavenly course
then people, Arab and non-Arab,it would bore
Gold dust is as the earth where commonly found,
and in its land, oud is but another wood in store
If one travels, he becomes sought out
If one travels , he is honored like gold.

Submitted: Monday, April 14, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 14, 2014

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