Sweet to ride forth at evening from the wells Shadows gigantic on the sand Softly through silence beat the bells Along the Golden Road to Samarkand We travel not for traveling alone By hotter winds our fiery hearts are fanned For lust of knowing what should not be known We take the Golden Road to Samarkand Open the gate, O watchman of the night Open the gate, O, travellers, I open Open the gate, For what land leave you The dim-moon city of delight? We are the pilgrims, master; we shall go Always a little further: it may be Beyond the blue mountain barred with snow Across that angry or that glimmering sea Open the gate, O watchman of the night Open the gate, O, travellers, I open Open the gate, For what land leave you The dim-moon city of delight? We travel not for traveling alone By hotter winds our fiery hearts are fanned For lust of knowing what should not be known We take the Golden Road to Samarkand Open the gate, O watchman of the night Open the gate, O, travellers, I open Open the gate, For what land leave you The dim-moon city of delight Open the gate, O watchman of the night Open the gate, O, travellers, I open Open the gate, For what land leave you The dim-moon city of delight?