He andado muchos caminos,

	I have walked along many roads,

he abierto muchas veredas,

and opened paths through brush,

he navegado en cien mares

I have sailed over a hundred seas

y atracado en cien riberas.

and tied up on a hundred shores.

En todas partes he visto

	Everywhere I’ve gone I’ve seen

caravanas de tristeza,

excursions of sadness,

soberbios y melancòlicos

angry and melancholy

borrachos de sombra negra,

drunkards with black shadows,

y pedantones al pano

	and academics in offstage clothes

que miran, callan y piensan

who watch, say nothing, and think

que saben, porque no beben

they know, because they do not drink wine

el vino de las tabernas.

in the ordinary bars.

Mala gente que camina

	Evil men who walk around

y va apestando la tierra...

polluting the earth. . .

Y en todas partes he visto

	And everywhere I’ve been I’ve seen

gentes que danzan o juegan

men who dance and play,

cuando pueden, y laboran

when they can, and work

sus cuatro palmos de tierra.

the few inches of ground they have.

Nunca, si llegan a un sitio,

	If they turn up somewhere,

preguntan adònde llegan.

they never ask where they are.

Cuando caminan, cabalgan

When they take trips, they ride

a lomos de mula vieja,

on the backs of old mules.

y no conocen la prisa

	They don’t know how to hurry,

ni aun en los días de fiesta.

not even on holidays.

Donde hay vino, beben vino;

They drink wine, if there is some,

donde no hay vino, agua fresca

if not, cool water.

Son buenas gentes que viven,

	These men are the good ones,

laboran, pasan y sue?an,

who love, work, walk and dream.

y en un día como tantos

And on a day no different from the rest

descansan bajo la tierra.

they lie down beneath the earth.