Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open 
   road,
 Healthy, free, the world before me,
 The long brown path before me leading 
   wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself
   am good-fortune,
 Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone
   no more, need nothing,
 Done with indoor complaints, libraries,
   querulous criticisms,
 Strong and content I travel the open road.

The earth, that is sufficient,
 I do not want the constellations any nearer,
 I know they are very well where they are,
 I know they suffice for those who belong to 
   them.

(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
 I carry them, men and women, I carry them
   with me wherever I go,
 I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of 
   them,
 I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in
   return.)