The soul is like a traveller
Who has set out a journey of life
In the chariot of the body
Which driven by the intellect
With the mind for the reins
And the sense organs being horses
The objects of experience form the way
To be traversed.
The soul, sense and mind together,
Form the enjoyer of pleasure and pain,
If the mind is not properly controlled,
Then the sense go out of hand
Like untrained horses.
But if the mind is properly controlled
Then the sense obey the orders of the master
Like well-trained horses.
Indeed, such an individual teaches
The highest goal of life.
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