Translation of the Poem

It occurred to me the other day that some people might want a translation of the poem we have on our blog. It is actually a excerpt from a much longer poem by Spanish poet Antonio Machado. The poem has great meaning for me for many reasons. Here is the translation (with some artistic liberties taken):

Traveler, the path is your tracks

And nothing more.

Traveler, there is no path;

The path is made as you walk.

As you walk you make a path;

And turning, you look back

At a way that you will

Never tread on again.

Traveler, there is no path;

Only wakes in the sea.