Disparate are those travelers,
Vexed by never solved questions.
The Words that strikingly bounce upon the mounts pacify and
sedate the minds, like at the end of a storm.
Come back, oh my Cousins!
Come back and pacify that long cross, Stop for a while just to
resume the strengths.
And if on your way you met a needful, show him the way to reach
that Garden.