O, path! Let us pause here awhile,
Stopping at this hallowed spot,
The will to move ahead though,
Still accompanies our feet, and
The melody of the footfalls,
Still lingers on with our journey.
Ascribe no reasons today,
Attribute nothing to the landscape,
No shelter, no goals, not even a beacon.
Destinations and milestones,
Neither approaching nor distant,
Enveloped, enclosed, embraced and shielded,
By a reverberating silence,
And a stillness that moves,
When beginnings stir,
In the womb of endings,
When wanderings attain finality,
In the continuity of our travel,
Far away from the enigma of its halo,
Let us just stop here at his spot today.
Descending here through the leaves,
Bringing to us the laughter of stars,
Rays have stopped their play.
Trails, breeze and the moon,
Too have disappeared to sleep,
Curled up with the branches,
Sheltered by the canopy of leaves.
Merging with the footprints of birds,
Clouds have sauntered to find succor.
Haven't we also wandered for too long?
Why not we also stop today here, O path!
And let the destination find its roots.