I have walked along many roads,

I have walked many roads,

and opened paths through brush,

I have found many paths;

I have sailed over a hundred seas

I have sailed a hundred seas,

and tied up on a hundred shores.

and landed on a hundred shores.

	Everywhere I’ve gone I’ve seen

Everywhere I have seen

excursions of sadness,

caravans of sadness,

angry and melancholy

sober and melancholy

drunkards with black shadows,

drunk with black shadow,

	and academics in offstage clothes

and pedants of cloth

who watch, say nothing, and think

who look, quietly, and think

they know, because they do not drink wine

that they know, because they do not drink

in the ordinary bars.

the wine in the taverns.

	Evil men who walk around

Bad people who walk

polluting the earth. . .

and in walking soil the land…

	And everywhere I’ve been I’ve seen

And in all the places I have seen

men who dance and play,

people who dance or play,

when they can, and work

when they can, and work

the few inches of ground they have.

their four spans of land.

	If they turn up somewhere,

Never, when they come to a place,

they never ask where they are.

do they ask where to go.

When they take trips, they ride

When they make their way, they ride

on the backs of old mules.

on the back of an old mule,

	They don’t know how to hurry,

and do not know to hurry

not even on holidays.

not even on the days of the fiesta.

They drink wine, if there is some,

Where they have wine, they drink wine;

if not, cool water.

where they have no wine, fresh water.

	These men are the good ones,

They are good people who live,

who love, work, walk and dream.

work, pass the time and dream,

And on a day no different from the rest

and on a day like many,

they lie down beneath the earth.

rest beneath the soil.