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?