| Originale | Versione inglese di Gustavo Sierra Fernandez
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| CANTARES | SONGS |
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| Todo pasa y todo queda, | Everything passes and everything remains, |
| pero lo nuestro es pasar, | but ours is to pass, |
| pasar haciendo caminos, | to pass making roads, |
| caminos sobre la mar. | roads over the sea. |
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| Nunca perseguí la gloria, | I never chased glory, |
| ni dejar en la memoria | nor to left on the memory |
| de los hombres mi canción; | of men my song; |
| yo amo los mundos sutiles, | I love the subtle worlds, |
| ingrávidos y gentiles, | weightless and genteel, |
| como pompas de jabón. | just like bubble blowers. |
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| Me gusta verlos pintarse | I like to see them painting themselves |
| de sol y grana, volar | in sun and deep red, to fly |
| bajo el cielo azul, temblar | under the blue sky, to tremble |
| súbitamente y quebrarse... | suddenly and break… |
| Nunca perseguí la gloria. | I never chased glory. |
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| Caminante, son tus huellas | Walker, your footsteps are |
| el camino y nada más; | the road and nothing more; |
| caminante, no hay camino, | walker, there’s no road, |
| se hace camino al andar. | it’s making road as it’s walked. |
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| Al andar se hace camino | Walking the road it’s making |
| y al volver la vista atrás | and as it looked back |
| se ve la senda que nunca | it’s seeing the track that never |
| se ha de volver a pisar. | shall be stepped again. |
| Caminante no hay camino | Walker there’s no road, |
| sino estelas en la mar... | but trails on the sea… |
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| Hace algún tiempo en ese lugar | Some time ago in that place |
| donde hoy los bosques se visten de espinos | where the woods are dressed with hawthorns today, |
| se oyó la voz de un poeta gritar: | was heard a poet’s voice to cry: |
| «Caminante no hay camino, | “Walker there’s no road, |
| se hace camino al andar...» | it’s making road as it’s walked…” |
| Golpe a golpe, verso a verso... | Coup by coup, verse by verse… |
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| Murió el poeta lejos del hogar. | The poet died far away from his home. |
| Le cubre el polvo de un país vecino. | It’s covered with the dust of a negihbor country. |
| Al alejarse le vieron llorar. | As he was moving away, they see him weeping. |
| «Caminante no hay camino, | “Walker there’s no road, |
| se hace camino al andar...» | it’s making road as it’s walked…” |
| Golpe a golpe, verso a verso... | Coup by coup, verse by verse… |
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| Cuando el jilguero no puede cantar, | When the goldfinch cannot sing. |
| cuando el poeta es un peregrino, | When the poet is a pilgrim, |
| cuando de nada nos sirve rezar. | when praying has not use at all. |
| «Caminante no hay camino, | “Walker there’s no road, |
| se hace camino al andar...» | it’s making road as it’s walked…” |
| Golpe a golpe, verso a verso. | Coup by coup, verse by verse. |
