Quique vagatur Montibus altis Defluus amnis, Saepe resistit Rupe soluti Obice saxi. Tu quoque si vis Lumine claro Cernere verum, Tramite recto Carpere callem, Gaudia pelle, Pelle timorem Spemque fugato Nec dolor adsit. Nubila mens est Vinctaque frenis, Haec ubi regnant.
A river wandering down the hills Can be dammed and stopped by fallen rock From the high crags. You too, if you want Clearly to see the truth And to walk the right road straight, Cast out joy, Cast out fear, Rid yourself of hope and grief. The mind is clouded, checked, Where these hold sway.
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