THE ENDLESS MARCH

Ye seeker of Truth,
Listen, pay heed !
Why do you think of stopping
In the middle of your journey?
      If your movement stops,
      Your will also end your life-force,
      You will tamely mingle your existence
in the dust of your path,
      And no trace of you will be left.

There is no end to our journey.
And ever always we walk on,
And even on our way we become
Rich with countless experiences.
     Hark, O fellow-voyager! Sing out
     Free in heart and sing the song of joy. Song-enraptured you'll cast away
     The past that ties, and voyage along !

(Translated in English)