Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend

But is there for the night a resting place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum
Will there be bеds for me and all who seek?
Yes, beds for all who comе