I have walked along many roads,

He andado muchos caminos,

and opened paths through brush,

he abierto muchas veredas,

I have sailed over a hundred seas

he navegado en cien mares

and tied up on a hundred shores.

y atracado en cien riberas.

	Everywhere I’ve gone I’ve seen

En todas partes he visto

excursions of sadness,

caravanas de tristeza,

angry and melancholy

soberbios y melancòlicos

drunkards with black shadows,

borrachos de sombra negra,

	and academics in offstage clothes

y pedantones al pano

who watch, say nothing, and think

que miran, callan y piensan

they know, because they do not drink wine

que saben, porque no beben

in the ordinary bars.

el vino de las tabernas.

	Evil men who walk around

Mala gente que camina

polluting the earth. . .

y va apestando la tierra...

	And everywhere I’ve been I’ve seen

Y en todas partes he visto

men who dance and play,

gentes que danzan o juegan

when they can, and work

cuando pueden, y laboran

the few inches of ground they have.

sus cuatro palmos de tierra.

	If they turn up somewhere,

Nunca, si llegan a un sitio,

they never ask where they are.

preguntan adònde llegan.

When they take trips, they ride

Cuando caminan, cabalgan

on the backs of old mules.

a lomos de mula vieja,

	They don’t know how to hurry,

y no conocen la prisa

not even on holidays.

ni aun en los días de fiesta.

They drink wine, if there is some,

Donde hay vino, beben vino;

if not, cool water.

donde no hay vino, agua fresca

	These men are the good ones,

Son buenas gentes que viven,

who love, work, walk and dream.

laboran, pasan y sue?an,

And on a day no different from the rest

y en un día como tantos

they lie down beneath the earth.

descansan bajo la tierra.