When shadows pass gigantic on the sand, And softly though the silence beat the bells Along the Golden Road to Samarkand. We make the Golden Journey to Samarkand. The Watchman Ho, travellers, I open. We make the Golden Journey to Samarkand. It was ever thus.
Men are unwise and curiously planned.
They have their dreams, and do not think of us. We make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.