Leave
by Imam Al-Shaafe'ee 


No comfort exists in an abode for those with intellect and manners 
Leave the homes and become strangers   
Travel, and you’ll find substitute for whom you leave 
Explore, for the sweet taste of life lies in it 
I have seen that stagnation in water spoils it 
If it flows it becomes good and if it doesn’t it is not 
If the lions did not leave the forest, they would not have devoured 
And the arrow without parting the arch, would not have hit the target 
Had the sun been firm on its orbit 
it would have bored the people, Arab and non Arab 
The golden dust in its environment is like dirt 
And the Frankincense stick in its habitat is a type of firewood 
If the latter becomes estranged, it is sought after dearly 
And when the former is estranged, it is valued as gold