The word
was born in the blood,
grew in the dark body, beating,
and took flight through the lips and the mouth.
Farther away and nearer
still, still it came
from dead fathers and from wondering races,
from lands which had turned to stone,
lands weary of their poor tribes,
for when grief took to the roads
the people set out and arrived
and married new land and water
to grow their words again.
And so this is the inheritance;
this is the wavelength which connects us
with dead men and the dawning
of new beings not yet come to light.


Pablo Neruda

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The birds of night peck at the first stars
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لأنّي في ليالٍ مثل هذه أخذتها بين ذراعيّ،
روحي ليست �...
PABLO NERUDA
أنا اليائسُ، الكلمةُ بلا أصداء،
الذي فقد كل شيء، وكا...
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أُحِبُّ ما ليس عندي. كم أنتِ بعيدة.
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The morning is full of storm
in the heart of summer.

The clouds travel like white ha...
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نحن، اللذَيْن كنّا آنذاك، لم نعد كما كُنّا
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Entre los labios y la voz, algo se va muriendo.
Algo con alas de pájaro, algo de angustia y de...
PABLO NERUDA
هنا الوحدة حيث تغيبين.
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بين الشفتين والصوت، شيءٌ يُحتَضر.
PABLO NERUDA
تعجبينني حين تصمتين وأنت كالبعيدة.
وأنتِ كأنك تئنّي...
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كنتُ أتذكّرك وروحي تضيق
بهذا الحزن الذي تعرفين.
أ�...
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كم هو قصيرٌ الحب، وكم هو طويلٌ النسيان
PABLO NERUDA
sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.
PABLO NERUDA
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things. PABLO NERUDA
Every day you play with the light of the universe.
PABLO NERUDA
مثل البحر، مثل الزمن. فيكِ غَرِقَ كل شيء!
PABLO NERUDA
وفي عينيك الحزينتين يبدأ وطن الحلم.
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And I watch my words from a long way off.
They are more yours than mine.
They climb on my ...
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Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you a...
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It was at that age
that poetry came in search of me.
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I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting ...
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Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
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I love you in order to begin loving you,
to start infinity again
and never to stop loving ...
PABLO NERUDA
أين الطفل الذي كنته،
أما زال بداخلي، أم رحل؟

أ...
PABLO NERUDA
لماذا لا يفهم الفقراء
حين ينتهي فقرهم؟
PABLO NERUDA
Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us
PABLO NERUDA
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
an...
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I Like For You To Be Still

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are...
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Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos
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We must dream our way.
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Hoy es hoy, y ayer se fue. No hay duda.
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Love brought its tail of pains,
its long static beam of thorns,
and we close our eyes so t...
PABLO NERUDA
Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo...
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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
PABLO NERUDA
En tu abrazo yo abrazo lo que existe,
la arena, el tiempo, el árbol de la lluvia,
y todo ...
PABLO NERUDA
Non t'amo come se fossi rosa di sale, topazio
o freccia di garofani che propagano il fuoco:
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Amore, quante strade per giungere a un bacio,
che solitudine errante fino alla tua compagnia! PABLO NERUDA
Cuando yo muera quiero tus manos en mi ojos:
quiero la luz y el trigo de tus manos amadas
...
PABLO NERUDA
Amor, cuántos caminos hasta llegar a un beso,
qué soledad errante hasta tu compañía!
PABLO NERUDA
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems o...
PABLO NERUDA
A tu amor no puedo renunciar sin morirme.
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LVI
Не те обичам аз, защото те обичам много,
от толк�...
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XVI
I love the handful of the earth you are.
Because of its meadows, vast as a planet,
PABLO NERUDA
El amor supo entonces que se llamaba amor.
Y cuando levanté mis ojos a tu nombre
tu coraz...
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No te vayas por un minuto, bienamada,
porque en ese minuto te habrás ido tan lejos
que yo...
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De pena en pena cruza sus islas el amor
y establece raíces que luego riega el llanto,
y n...
PABLO NERUDA
Veo en tu vida todo lo viviente.
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Juntos tú y yo, amor mío, sellamos el silencio,
PABLO NERUDA
En esta historia sólo yo me muero
y moriré de amor porque te quiero,
porque te quiero, a...
PABLO NERUDA
De tanto amor mi vida se tiñó de violeta
y fui de rumbo en rumbo como las aves ciegas
ha...
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It’s today: all of yesterday was falling
between fingers of light and sleepy eyes,
PABLO NERUDA
Oh, may your silhouette not be broken in the sand,
oh may your eyelids not fly in the absence:<...
PABLO NERUDA
Pero solo tu voz escucho y sube
tu voz con vuelo y precisión de flecha,
baja tu voz con g...
PABLO NERUDA
Dos amantes dichosos no tienen fin ni muerte,
nacen y mueren muchas veces mientras viven,
...
PABLO NERUDA
Sabrás que no te amo y que te amo
puesto que de dos modos es la vida,
la palabra es un al...
PABLO NERUDA
Pero tú y yo, amor mío, estamos juntos, juntos desde la ropa a las raíces, juntos de otoño, de a...
PABLO NERUDA
And now, beloved, through the crackling sea
we return like blind birds
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I crown you, small monarch of my bones,
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Sonnet LXV"

Matilde, where are you? Down here I noticed,
under my necktie and just a...
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So close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my sleep.
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Through the mountains you go as a breeze comes
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I cannot quit your love without dying.
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I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no ...
PABLO NERUDA
You, in bloom, heart, beloved,
you are like the foliage of the sky over my eyes
and I look...
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Before loving you, love, nothing was mine:
I hesitated through the streets and things:
not...
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They lie those that say I lost the moon,
those that prophesized my fate of sand,
they asse...
PABLO NERUDA
العشّاق الآخرون يرغبون بالعيش مع عينيّ محبوباتهم، أما ...
PABLO NERUDA
He dormido contigo
y al despertar tu boca
salida de tu sueño
me dio el sabor de tier...
PABLO NERUDA
No one will retrieve my lost heart
amidst so many roots, in the bitter freshness
of the su...
PABLO NERUDA
I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory.
In empty houses I entered with a ...
PABLO NERUDA
My ugly one, I love you for your waist of gold,
my beauty, I love you because of a wrinkle on y...
PABLO NERUDA
You will fall with me as a stone in the grave
PABLO NERUDA
I know you exist not just because your eyes fly
and give light to things like an open window
PABLO NERUDA
Todo era de los otros y de nadie, hasta que tu belleza y tu pobreza llenaron el otoño de regalos.
PABLO NERUDA
from that terrible love the soft pure hands
gave peace to my eyes and sun to my senses.
PABLO NERUDA
Of so much moon were your hips to me,
of all the sun your deep mouth and its delight,
of s...
PABLO NERUDA
I will die kissing your mad cold mouth,
embracing the lost bouquet of your body,
and searc...
PABLO NERUDA
I love you without knowing how, nor when, nor from where,
I love you directly without problems ...
PABLO NERUDA
Come see the cherry trees of a water constellation
and the round key of the rapid universe,
PABLO NERUDA
Te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
PABLO NERUDA