This place of self loosing and sins.
This place of rebirth, trust and tears.
This place, my obsession, my zahir.
The way I am going, trustful, no fear.
The obsession the motor, the flow, the zahir.
The way seems still endless, no arrival to come.
The acceptance is arriving, the adventure can come.
'Cause, when you set out for Ithaca
ask that your way be long,
full of adventure, full of instruction.
Have Ithaca always in your mind.
Your arrival there is what you are destined for.
But don't in the least hurry of the journey.
Better it last for years.
So that when you reach the island you are old.
Rich with all you have gained on the way.
Not expecting Ithaca to give you anything.
Ithaca gave you a splendid journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She hasn't anything else to give to you.
So wise you have become, of such experience,
that already you'll have understood what these Ithaca means.