Neruda
1 a woman's body, white legs, your gesture of commitment to me is like the earth. I, a rude farmer, am digging for you, trying to make my son fall from the depths of the earth to the ground happily.
I was once an empty hole. The birds have left me, and the night has definitely invaded my body. In order to survive, I forged myself into a weapon, like an arrow in a bow and a stone in a slingshot.
Now it's time for revenge, but I love you. Love your skin, moss, thirsty and firm breasts. Oh, button chest! Oh, lost eyes! Oh, a rose belly! Oh, your long breath!
My woman's body, I want to pursue your beauty persistently. My longing, my infinite anxiety, my wandering road! It is the black ditch that eternal longing passes through, the exhausted land, and the ditch of infinite sadness.
The setting sun wraps you in a faint light. You are meditating, pale, with your back to the sunset glow, and the spiral of aging is spinning around you.
My girlfriend, silent and lonely in the face of this moment of death, is full of fire in her heart and purely inherits the broken days.
A beam of light falls from the sun on your black clothes. Huge roots suddenly grow out of your heart at night, and what is hidden in your heart returns to the outside. So a light blue nation gets nutrition from you as soon as it is born.
Ah, you great, rich and charming slave girl, standing tall and straight from the alternating cycle of black and gold, finishing the creation of life and falling in love with flowers, but you are full of sadness.
Ah, the endless pine forest, the sound of waves accompanied by the sound of breaking, the lights playing slowly, accompanied by the church alone, the sunset glow fell in, your eyes, lovely little beauty, Catharanthus roseus on the ground, and the earth in your heart singing!
The river sings in your heart: according to your hope and your request, my soul ripples in the water. Please show me the way with your bow of hope, and I will shoot a bunch of fast arrows with enthusiasm.
By my side, I saw your slender waist, and you silently urged me to be hunted. It was you who left your jasper-like arm in my kiss and gave birth to my thirst for water. Ah, your mysterious voice, stained with love, and the bell in the twilight, make people intoxicated! So, in the middle of the night, I saw the ears of wheat in the field bent by the breeze.
A stormy morning in midsummer.
Like a white handkerchief waving at farewell, the clouds are traveling, and the wind shakes them with its wandering hands.
I don't know how many windy hearts beat in the silence of our love
The heart is buzzing in the forest, like an orchestra, like a tongue full of war and singing.
The wind swept away the dead branches and leaves in a mysterious way, forcing the birds flying like arrows to divert.
The wind knocked the dead branches and leaves to the ground with foam-free waves and light floating substances, and piled them into oblique fires. The wind stopped, many kisses sank, and they were defeated at the gates of Mr. Xia.
For you to listen to me, my words are often wasted in the footprints of seagulls on the beach.
Handstring, drunken bell for your grape-like hand.
Looking at your own words from a distance. Not just me, but your words. They crawled towards my initial pain like sea snakes.
They just crawled along the wet wall. The culprit of this bloody game is you.
They all fled from my dark hiding place. You are stuffed with everything you have, stuffed with everything you have.
Before you, they have opened up the lonely place you want to occupy, and they are more used to my sadness than you.
Now I want them to say what I want to say to you so that you can hear what I want you to hear.
The wind of anxiety often takes away your words. Hurricanes in dreams often push them down.
Listen to the other voices in my painful voice. Crying still comes from those mouths, bleeding still comes from the original pleading. Love me, girlfriend. Don't abandon me. Follow me! Come with me, girlfriend, and break through the wave of anxiety.
But my words are gradually colored by your love. You took everything. You took everything.
I want to weave everything into an infinite bracelet and give it to your soft and white hands.
I remember you last autumn. You're wearing a beret, and you're at peace. Your eyes are beating with the flame of sunset glow. Leaves fall into your watery heart one by one.
You snuggle in my arms like a morning glory, and the leaves receive your slow and calm voice. The bonfire of surprise burned my desire. Sweet blue violets are wrapped around my heart.
I find your eyes lost in thought, but autumn is still far away: the gray beret, the sound like a bird, and the heart at home. My deep desire is to move to your home, and my happy kiss will fall like boiling coal.
Seen from the boat, it is the sky, and seen from the mountain, it is the field. When I think of you, I think of light, smoke and quiet ponds!
Thousands of sunsets are burning deep in your eyes. The dead leaves of autumn haunt your mind.
Looking down at dusk, I spread the sad net to your ocean-like eyes.
There, burning and spreading my loneliness on the highest bonfire, it waved its arms like a drowning man.
I send a red signal to your trance-like eyes, just like the sea beating the coast with a lighthouse. You keep silent, my distant lover. From your eyes, you always show the coast of panic. Looking down at dusk, I cast a sad net to shake your ocean-like eyes. Crowds of night birds pecked at the first stars, and they twinkled, just like I love your heart.
Night God rode his black horse and scattered blue flowers on the Yuan Ye.
White bee, you drank honey and buzzed in my heart around the smoke, and you buzzed around me.
I am a desperate person, but I have lost everything. I am a person who has everything.
The last fetters, my last worries creak in your heart. You are the last rose in my wasteland. Ah, you silent girl! Close your deep eyes. The night god is flapping his wings there. Ah, show your trembling statue-like body!
Your eyes are deep, and the night is flapping its wings inside. Your arms are delicate like flowers; Knees are like roses.
Your breasts are like giant white snails. There is a beautiful butterfly sleeping in your abdomen.
Ah, you silent girl!
This is the loneliness caused by your absence. It is raining. The sea breeze chased the wandering seagulls.
Running water walks barefoot on the wet street. Leaves complain about trees like patients. White bee, you are not here, but you are buzzing in my heart. Time will make you reborn, thin and silent girl.
Ah, silent girl!
Addicted to rosin and long kisses, in summer, I sailed the rose boat and turned to the thin death, relying on the strength and enthusiasm of the sailors.
Pale and tied by greedy water, I walked through the sour smell of sunny weather, still dressed in gray, my ears groaned in pain and threw waves behind the sad mast.
Despite my passion, I ride on the only wave, moonlight, day, heat and cold. Suddenly, I fell asleep in the throat of Lucky Island, and the white and sweet island was as fresh as my hips.
On a wet night, I walked wildly, and my trembling clothes were covered with hickeys. Divided into various dreams in an epic way, intoxicating roses grow in my heart.
In the external waves, the water is pressing on it, and your parallel body clings to my chest like a fish swimming in my heart forever, fast and slow between the heat energy during the day.
10 We missed the sunset. No one saw us holding hands at dusk, when the blue night was gradually falling to the world.
From the window, I saw the banquet of sunset in the distant mountains.
Where have you been? Stay among what people? Say what? Why does all love suddenly come when I feel sad and feel that you are far away from me?
Books I often pick at dusk fall to the ground, like a wounded dog rolling my clothes under my feet.
You always, always leave at dusk and go to the place where the sunset runs to erase the statue.
1 1 It's almost out of the sky, and the two mountains are half a moon. Turn around, wander around and dig your eyes at night. Look at how many stars are broken on the water. It crossed my forehead and quietly left. The forging of blue metal, the night of silent struggle. My heart is spinning like a crazy spiral. The girl from far away was brought here from far away, and her eyes were always bright under the sky.
Sadness, storm, anger vortex, through my heart, you never leave. The wind in the cemetery wraps, tears and shatters your sleeping hair roots. The wind uprooted those big trees around her. But lively girl, you are the fuse and problem of smoke. It is you and the shining leaves that make the wind come and go.
Behind the mountain at night are burning lilies. Oh, I can't say anything! It is a mixture of everything.
Anxiety, you split my chest with a knife, it's time to choose another way, because she doesn't laugh there. The storm buried the bell tower. The storm caused chaos. Why ring the bell now? Why make her sad?
Take the road away from everything, because it can't stop death, winter and pain; She can open her eyes and stand in the drizzle.
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I'm satisfied with your breasts. My wings are enough to set you free. What has been sleeping in your heart will pass directly from my mouth to the gods.
Every day's dream is on you. Your arrival is like dew on a corolla.
Your absence blocks the distant horizon. You are always on the escape line like a wave.
I tell you, you sing in the wind, like a pine tree, like the mast of a ship. You are as tall, as thin and as taciturn as they are. Suddenly, a trip makes you sad. You are hospitable to the guests as if you were familiar with it. Echoes and homesick songs for you. I woke up because the birds sleeping in your heart always have to migrate and escape.
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I branded a fire cross on your snow-white map. My mouth is a hiding spider. It is on you, behind you, timid and hungry. Tell you stories with sunset glow, sweet and sad doll, in order not to make you sad. A swan, a tree, a distant and happy story. Grape season, the moment when the fruit is ripe. The port where I lived, the place where I fell in love with you. Loneliness is intertwined with dreams and tranquility. I am surrounded by the sea and sadness. Silence or nonsense between two motionless boatmen.
Between lips and voice, something is dying, something with bird wings, something painful and forgotten. Just like a fishing net can't stop the running water. My doll, the residual dripping water is shaking. But something is singing through instantaneous words. Something is singing, rising to my thirsty mouth. Oh, you can celebrate with all the happy words. Sing, burn and run, like a clock in the hand of a madman. Poor cute guy, what have you suddenly become? When I reached the coldest and most dangerous peak, my heart closed itself like a flower at night.
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You play with the light of the universe every day Smart lady, you come from flowing water. You slapped the lovely little white flower in my hand. I hold a bunch of flowers in my hand every day.
You have changed since I fell in love with you. Let me help you lie on the yellow wreath. Who wrote your name in smoky font among the stars in the south? Ah, let me tell you what you were like at that time, because you have no experience. Suddenly, the wind roared and knocked on my closed window.
The sky is a net full of gloomy fish. There are all kinds of winds here, all kinds of winds. Rain is falling all took off her clothes.
The bird has flown away. Wind, wind. I can only fight against human power. The strong wind piled up the black dead leaves and blew away the boat tied to the sky last night.
There you are. Ah, you didn't run away! You must answer me until the last call sign. Snuggle up next to me as if you were really scared. But there was a shadow in your eyes.
Now, now, honey, you brought honeysuckle, and even your breasts have a fresh smell. I love you when the biting wind is chasing a group of butterflies, and my joy bites your cherry-like lips. Fortunately, I didn't let you get used to my life, my rough and lonely heart, my name that everyone can't avoid, otherwise it will bring you much pain. You and I have seen the morning star burn and kiss us countless times, and the dawn hovers over our heads like a fan.
My words touched you like raindrops and spilled all over your body. I fell in love with your pearl jade a long time ago. Even I think you are the mistress of the universe. I will pick happy flowers, trumpet vines, brown hazelnuts and wild rattan baskets full of kisses for you from the mountain. I want to do to you what I did on the cherry tree in spring.
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I like when you are silent, because you don't seem to be with me. You hear my cry from a distance, but my voice can't touch you. It seems that your eyes have already flown away, and it seems that a kiss has sealed your lips.
Because everything has my soul and fills my aura, you stand out. Butterfly in my dream, you are my soul, just like that "sadness".
I like it when you are silent. You seem far away. You seem to be a moaning and rustling butterfly. You heard my cry from a distance, but my voice didn't touch you. Please let me keep silent with your silence.
Please let me speak with your silence. Your silence is as bright as light and as simple as a ring. You are like the night, silent and starry. Your silence belongs to the stars, both distant and simple.
I like when you are silent, because you seem to be far away from me. You are far away and sad, as if you were dead. Then, just a word and a smile is enough. I am very happy. I'm glad it's not true.
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This poem is a free translation of the 30th poem in Tagore's Gardeners Collection.
You are like a cloud in my sunset sky. Your complexion and figure are just what I like. You are my woman with sweet lips, you belong to me, and my infinite dream exists in your life.
The lamp of my soul dyes your feet with rose red, and my wine becomes sweeter behind your lips. Oh, you interrupted my evening song, and my lonely dream felt that you were my woman!
You are mine! I shouted in the wind, you are mine! The evening breeze took away my lonely crying. You got the secret in my eyes. This kind of stealing is like intercepting water and intercepting the expression in your eyes at night.
Dear, you have been captured by my music network, wider than the sky. My soul was born on the shore of your tearful eyes. Your tears are the starting point of dreams.
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I miss it, and at the same time, I am also involved in deep loneliness. You are far away, too. Ah, farther than anyone. I miss, while flying birds, eliminating the impression, while burying all kinds of lights.
The bell tower in the fog, how far it is, is just in the sky! Suppressing sighs, grinding dim hopes, being a wordless grinder, the night suddenly comes to you, away from the city.
Your appearance makes me feel strange, as if I were a monster. I think I'll go. I've walked a long way before you. My life is colder than anyone else's. Facing the sea, the sound among the rocks flows freely and crazily in the sea fog. Sadness, anger, shouting, the loneliness of the sea. Call names, be rude and irritable, point to the sky.
What are you, a woman's house? On that big fan, are you a fan bone or a fan face? You always stay away from forest fires like this! The fire turned into a blue cross. Burn, burn, ignite flames, and sparks fly to trees. Fall down with a crash. It's on fire. It's on fire. My heart dances with the burning of sparks. who is calling? What kind of silence will be full of echoes? Missing moment, happy moment, lonely moment, my moment in all kinds of moments! The wind is singing in the loudspeaker. Many tears and passions gathered on me.
Break free from the shackles of all kinds of packaging and break through the obstacles of waves! My heart is beating, happy, sad and endless.
I miss burying the lamp in deep loneliness. Who are you? Who are you?
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I love you here. In the dark pine forest, the wind ran away. The moon phosphorescent on the chaotic water. Every day, time will catch up with each other.
The morning mist turned into some dancing figures. A seagull flew down from the sunset. Occasionally there is a sailboat. Hanging high above the stars.
Sometimes it's the black cross of a wooden boat. One person. Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, even my heart gets wet. There was a sound in the distant sea, and there was a sound again. This is a seaport. I love you here.
I love you here. The horizon can't hide you. I love you, even though I am in this cold world. Sometimes these heavy ships will carry my kisses from the sea to areas that have never been reached.
I think I have been forgotten, just like these broken anchors. Berthing at dusk, these docks look particularly bleak. I'm tired of this cold and hunger life. I like what I don't have. You are so far away. My boredom is arguing with the slow twilight. But night came and it began to sing for me. The moon turns its fantastic round wheel.
Look at me with your eyes, the biggest star. Because I love you, the pine tree in the wind, and I am willing to sing your name with my steel needle.
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Smart and beautiful black girl, the sun with ripe fruits, the sun full of wheat grains, and the sun bending seaweed. It makes your body happy, makes your eyes bright and makes your lips smile like water.
When you stretch your arms, an anxious black sun rolls up the hair on your shawl. You play with the sun as if it were a stream, leaving a pool of autumn water in your dark eyes.
Smart and beautiful black girl, nothing can get me close to you. Everything about you makes me leave, just like I left the south. You are a young man as crazy as a bee, you are intoxicated by the waves, and you are the driving force for the growth of ears of grain.
However, my sad heart is still looking for you. I love your happy body and your unrestrained voice. Dark, sweet, the last butterfly, you are like the wheat field and the sun, you are like dew and hibiscus.
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I can write the saddest poem tonight,
For example, write: "The night sky is starry, and the blue stars in the distance are shaking."
The wind at night hovers in the air and sings.
I can write the saddest poem tonight. I love her, and sometimes she loves me.
Many nights like today, I held her in my arms. I kissed her countless times under the boundless sky.
She loves me, and sometimes I love her. Why didn't you fall in love with her big eyes?
I can write the saddest poem tonight. I think I have lost her, and I will be sad to lose her.
I feel that the night sky is very long, and it is longer without her. Poetry falls on the heart like dew on the grassland.
What if my love can't keep her? The night sky is full of stars, and she is no longer with me.
This is everything. Someone is singing in the distance. In the distance. I'm really unhappy about losing her. Unhappy. As if to get close to her, my eyes are looking for her. My heart is looking for her, but she is no longer with me.
It is the same night that makes the same tree glow white. We, both of us, are no longer the same us.
Yes, I don't love her anymore, but I used to love her so much. My heart is looking for a gentle wind so that it can blow into her ears.
Belongs to others, and she will belong to others. Just like before I kissed. Her voice, her bright body. Her unfathomable eyes.
Yes, I don't love her anymore, but maybe I still like her. Love is so short, but negative feelings are so long.
Because on a night like today, I used to hold her in my arms. I'm really unhappy about losing her. Unhappy.
Although this may be the last time she makes me suffer. Although this may be the last song I wrote for her.
Song of despair
I thought of you during my stay here. The river is connected with the sea with its stubborn moans.
Abandoned people are like docks in the morning. It's time to leave, oh, abandon me.
Cold petals rained down on my heart. Oh, the land of ruins, the cruel cave of the victims.
I experienced war and take-off on you.
Birds sing from you, spread their wings and fly away.
Like a long distance, you swallowed everything. Like the sea, like time. Everything about you is a sunken ship!
Happy events include reunion and kissing. There were some moments of panic when the lights on the tower were on.
The driver's anxiety, the anger of blind divers, the hazy intoxication of love, everything about you is a shipwreck!
In my foggy childhood, my heart grew wings and was hurt. Wandering discoverer, everything you have is a sunken ship.
Pain haunts you, desire haunts you, sadness defeats you, and everything about you is a shipwreck!
I have pushed back the wall of darkness, and I have surpassed my desire and behavior.
Oh, dear, my dear, the woman I loved and lost, I call you song for you at this wet moment. You are like a natural pool, with infinite tenderness, and infinite negative emotions crush you like breaking the pool.
This is loneliness on a dark island, where lovely people, your arms entertain me.
I'm hungry, you are delicious fruit. That's pain and destruction, and you are a miracle.
Ah, woman, I don't know how you can stop me from entering your heart and falling into your arms.
In you, my desire is the most terrible, short-lived, upside down, intoxicated, nervous and greedy.
Many kisses have been buried, your grave is still hot, and the grapes pecked by birds are still angry.
Oh, bitten lips; Oh, the kissed limb; Oh, that hungry tooth; Oh, that twisted body. Oh, that crazy sex full of hope and struggle, I combine with you and love it as much as I can.
Tender as water and light as powder. That sentence, awkward.
My destiny is like this, and my wish comes with it. My wish has come to nothing. Everything about you is a sunken ship.
Oh, the land of ruins, everything about you is falling apart. What's the pain you didn't say? What waves have not drowned you?
From the valley to the peak, you are still burning and singing. Standing there, like a sailor at the bow.
Your singing skills are still outstanding, and you are still breaking the waves. Oh, ruined land, open and bitter well.
Pale and blind diver, unfortunate bomber! Wandering discoverer, everything about you is a shipwreck!
It's time to leave. This hard and cold time limits the whole night's trip.
The noise of the ocean encircles the coast. Cold stars appear and blackbirds move.
Abandoned people are like docks in the morning. Only trembling shadows are twisted in my hands.
Ah, stop it, stop it! It's time to leave. Oh, abandoned people!