As he left Lystra behind, every crunch of the pebbles under his sandals, every rustle of the grass he trampled, meant another step toward the unknown and away from his home.
هر قدمی که تیموتائوس در دشت‌های لِستْره بر می‌داشت ،‏ او را از خانه دورتر و به مقصدی ناآشنا نزدیک‌تر می‌کرد .‏