They alone are entitled to be called ministrels who know no rest. They roam about in wilderness with their instruments suspended from their shoulders and enquiring about pathways.
کاری باد بودی یار بدین مبتلا رسان،
در چشم من زخاک رہش توتیان رسان،
ماچوں نمی رسیم بداں آرزوئ دل،
یا رب آرزوئ دل ما بما رسان
(Khayam)
O wind! Waft the fragrance of my friend to this afflicted person. Bring to my eyes the dust of his pathway as copper sulphate. Since I can not reach the ambition of my heart, O Allah! You kindly send to me the object of my heart

True musicians are those who take not rest, With fiddle on their shoulders, they seek the path in wilderness.

Those who have no rest, can be called minstrels,
With fiddle on their shoulders they wander in wilderness to find a path.