Neruda XC

Pensé morir, sentí de cerca el frío,
I thought I would die, felt up close the cold,
y de cuanto viví, sólo a ti te dejaba:
and of all the life I’d lived, only you was I leaving:
tu boca eran mi día y mi noche terrestres
my earthly day and night were your mouth,
y tu piel la república fundada por mis besos.
your skin the republic founded on my kisses.

En ese instante se terminaron los libros,
That very instant books came to an end,
la amistad, los tesoros sin tregua acumulados,
friendship, treasures relentlessly accrued,
la casa transparente que tú y yo construimos:
the see-through house that you and I together built:
todo dejó de ser, menos tus ojos.
all of it came not to exist, save for your eyes.

Porque el amor, mientras la vida nos acosa,
For love, while life is nipping at our heels,
es simplemente una ola alta sobre las olas,
is simply one tall wave on top of other waves
pero ay cuando la muerte viene a tocar la puerta
but — oh — when death comes knocking at the door

hay sólo tu mirada para tanto vacío,
there’s just your gaze for so much emptiness,
sólo tu claridad para no seguir siendo,
just your light for stopping to be me,
sólo tu amor para cerrar la sombra.
just your love to draw the blind on darkness.

Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada. Cien sonetos de amor
1924, Pablo Neruda y Herederos de Pablo Neruda
1994, Random House Mondadori
Cuarta edición en U.S.A: febrero 2004

[English translation by JMN.]

(c) 2020 JMN

About JMN

I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.
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