Caminante

I saw on Facebook that some folks were asking for a favorite English version of this famous poem by Antonio Machado:


Caminante no hay camino


Caminante, son tus huellas

el camino y nada más;

Caminante, no hay camino,

se hace camino al andar.

Al andar se hace el camino,

y al volver la vista atrás

se ve la senda que nunca

se ha de volver a pisar.

Caminante no hay camino

sino estelas en la mar.


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Here's my crack at it:


There is no trail

Traces of our walking feet.

The trail is this and nothing more.

There is no trail.

There are only our steps.

Our steps become a path;

looking back

we see only steps

we shall never take again.

There is no trail.

Only our wake upon the sea.