We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go
Always a little further; it may be
Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow
Across that angry or that glimmering sea,
White on a throne or guarded in a cave
There lies a prophet who can understand
Why men were born: but surely we are brave,
Who take the Golden Road to Samarkand.
Notes from Wikiquote
Cf. George MacDonald Fraser, Flashman at the Charge (1973)
Variants
"Who make the Golden Journey to Samarkand."