Caminante No Hay Camino

Traveler, There is No Path

Caminante No Hay Camino

Everything passes and everything remainsTodo pasa y todo queda
But what is ours is to passPero lo nuestro es pasar
To pass making a pathPasar haciendo camino
A path over the seaCamino sobre la mar

I never pursued gloryNunca perseguí la gloria
And to leave in the memoryY dejar en la memoria
Of men my songDe los hombres mi canción
I love subtle worldsYo amo los mundos sutiles
Weightless and gentleIngrávidos y gentiles
Like soap bubblesComo pompas de jabón

I like to see them, paint themselves with Sun and crimson flyMe gusta verlos, pintarse de Sol y grana volar
Under the blue sky tremble suddenly and breakBajo el cielo azul temblar súbitamente y quebrarse
I never pursued gloryNunca perseguí la gloria

Traveler, your footprints are the path and nothing moreCaminante, son tus huellas del camino y nada más
Traveler, there is no path, the path is made by walkingCaminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar
By walking, the path is madeAl andar se hace el camino
And when looking backY al volver la vista atrás
You see the path that will never be stepped on againSe ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar
Traveler, there is no path, only wakes in the seaCaminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar

Some time ago in that placeHace algún tiempo en ese lugar
Where today the forests dress in thornDonde hoy los bosques se visten de espino
The voice of a poet was heard shoutingSe oyó la voz de un poeta gritar
Traveler, there is no path, the path is made by walkingCaminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar
Blow by blow, verse by verseGolpe a golpe, verso a verso

The poet died far from homeMurió el poeta lejos del hogar
Covered by the dust of a neighboring countryLe cubre el polvo de un país vecino
As he walked away, they saw him cryAl alejarse, le vieron llorar
Traveler, there is no path, the path is made by walkingCaminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar
Blow by blow, verse by verseGolpe a golpe, verso a verso

When the goldfinch does not want to singCuando el jilguero no quiere cantar
When the poet is a pilgrimCuando el poeta es un peregrino
When praying is of no useCuando de nada nos sirve rezar
Traveler, there is no path, the path is made by walkingCaminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar
Blow by blow, verse by verseGolpe a golpe, verso a verso

When the goldfinch does not want to singCuando el jilguero no quiere cantar
When the poet is a pilgrimCuando el poeta es un peregrino
When praying is of no useCuando de nada nos sirve rezar
Traveler, there is no path, the path is made by walkingCaminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar
Blow by blow, verse by verseGolpe a golpe, verso a verso

When the goldfinch does not want to singCuando el jilguero no quiere cantar
When the poet is a pilgrimCuando el poeta es un peregrino
When praying is of no useCuando de nada nos sirve rezar
Traveler, there is no path, the path is made by walkingCaminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar
Blow by blow, verse by verseGolpe a golpe, verso a verso

Antonio Machado, SongsAntonio Machado, Cantares