聂鲁达《二十首情诗与绝望的歌》Here I Love YouHere I love youIn the dark pines the wind disentangles itselfThe moon glows like phosphorus on the vagrant waters Days, all one kind, go chasing each otherThe snow unfurls in dancing figuresA silver gull slips down from the westSometimes a sail ,high,high starsOh the black cross of a shipAloneSometimes I get up early an even my soul is wetFar away the sea sounds an resoundsThis is a portHere I love you .Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vainI love you still among these cold thingsSometimes my kisses go on those heavy vesselsThat cross the sea towards no arrivalI see myself forgotten like those old anchorsmesThinking, thangling shadowsThinking,tangling shadows in the deep solitudeYou are far away too,oh farther than anyone Thinking,freeing birds,dissolving imagesBurying lampsBelfry of fogs,how far away,up there!Stifling laments, milling shadowy hopes,Taciturn miller.Night falls on you face downward, far from the city.Your presence is foreign, as strange to me as a thingI think, I explore great tracts of my life bfore youMy life before anyone, my harsh lifeThe shout facing the sea, among the rocks.Running free,mad,in the sea-sprayThe sad rage, the shout, the solitude of the seaHeadlong,violent, stretched towads the skyYou,woman, what were you there, what ray,what vaneOf that immense fan?you were as far as you are nowFire in the forest! Buren in blue crossesBurn, burn, flamp up, sparkle in trees of lightIn my sky at twilightThis poem is a paraphrase of the 30th poem in rabindranath tagore’s the gardenerIn my sky at twilight you are like a cloudAnd your form and colour are the way I love themYou are mine, mine, woman with sweet lipsAnd in your life my infinite dreams liveThe lamp of my soul dyes your feetMy sour wine is sweeter on your lipsOh reaper of my evening songHow solitary dreams believe you to be mine!You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon’sWind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voiceHuntress of the depths of my eyes, your plunderStills your nocturnal regard as though it were waterYou are taken in the net of my music, my loveAnd my nets of music are wide as the skyMy soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourningIn your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.I like for you to be stillI like for you to be still: it is as though you were absentAnd you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you It seems as though your eyes had flown awayAnd it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouthAs all things are filled with my soulYou emerge from the things, filled with my soulYou are like my soul. A butterfly of dreamAnd you are like the word melancholyI like for you to be still, and you seem far awayIt sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterflyCooing like a doveAnd you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you : Let me come to be still in your silenceAnd let me talk to you with your silenceThat is bright sa a lamep, simple as a ringYou are like the night, with its stillness and constellationsYour silence is that of a star, as remote and candidI like for you to be still: it is as though you were absentDistant and full of sorrow as though you had diedOne wore then, one smile, is enoughAnd I am happy, happy that it’s not trueEvery day you playEvey day you play with the light of the universeSubtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and waterYou are more than this white head that I hold tightlyAs a cluster of fruit, every day, between my handsYou are like nobody since I love youLet me spread you out among yellow garlandsWho writes your name in letters of smoke amongThe stars of the south?Oh let me remember you as you were before you existedSuddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut windowThe sky is a net crammed with shadowy fishHere all the winds let go sooner or later, all of themThe rain takes off her clothesThe birds go by, fleeingThe wind. The wind.I can contend omly against the power of menThe storm whirls dark leavesAnd turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the skyYou are here. Oh, you do not run awayYou will answer me to the last cryCling to me as though you were frightenedEven so, at one time a strange shadow ran trough your eyesNow, now too, little one. You bring me honeysuckleAnd even your breasts smell of itWhile the sad wind goes slaughtering butterfliesI love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouthHow you must have suffered getting accustomed to meMy savage, solitary soul ,my name that sends them all runningSo many times we have seen the morng star burn , kissing our eyes And over our heads the grey light unwind in turning fansMy words rained over you ,stroking youA long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body I go so far as to think that you own the universeI will bring you happy flowers from the mountains ,bluebellsDark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.I wantTo do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.I have gone markingI have gone marking the atlas of your body with crosses of fireMy mouth went across: a spider, trying to hideIn you ,behind you, timid, driven by thirstStories to tell yu on the shore of eveningSad and gentle doll, so that you should not be sadA swan, a tree, some thing far away and happyThe season of grapes, the ripe and fruitful seasonI who lived in a harbour from which I loved youThe solitude crossed with deam and with silencePenned up between the sea and sadnessSoundless, delirious, betuuen tuo motionless gondoliersBetween the lips and the voice something goes dyingSomething with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion The way nets cannot hold waterMy toy doll, only a few drops are left tremblingEven so, something sings in these fugitive wordsSomething sings ,something climbs to my ravenous mouthOh to be able to celebrate you with all the words of joySing, burn, flee, like a belfry at the hands of a madmanMy sad tenderness, what comes over you all at once?When I have resched the most awesome and the coldest summitMy heart closes like a nocturnal flowerYou breast is enoghYou breast is enogh for my heartAnd my wings for your freedomWhat was sleeping above your soul will riseOut of my mouth to heavenIn you is the illusion of each dayYou arrive like the dew to the cupped flowersYou undermine the horizon with your absenceEternally in flight like the waveI have said tha you sang in the windLike the pines and like the mastsLike them you are tall and taciturnAnd you are sad, all at once, like a voyageYou gather things to you like an old roadYou are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voicesI awoke and at times birds fled and migratedThat had been sleeping in your soulAlmost out of the sky, half of the moonAnchors between two mountainsTurning, wandering night, the digger of eyesLet’s see how many stars are smashed in the poolIt makes a cross of mouring between my eyes, and runs away Forge of blue metals, nights of stilled combatsM heart revolves like a crazy wheetGirl who have come from so far, been brought from so far Sometimes your glance flashes ot under the skyYu cross above my heart eithout stoppingWind from the tombs carries of , wrecks, scatters your sleey root The big trees on the other side of her, uprootedBut you cloudless girl, question of smoke, corn tasselYou were what the wind was making with illuminated leaves Behind the nocturnal mountains, white lily of conflagrationAh, I can say nothing! You were mmade of everythingLonging that sliced my breast into piecesIt is time to take another road, on which she does not smile Storm that buride the bells, muddy swir of tormentsWhy touch her now, why make her sadOh to follow the roda that leads away from everything Without anguish, death, winter waiting along itWith their eyes open through the dewWe have lost evenWe have lost even this twilightNo one saw us this evening hand in handWhile the blue night dropped on the worldI have seen from my windowThe fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain topsSometimes a piece of sunBurned like a coin between my handsI remembered you with my soul clenchedIn that sadness of mine that you knowWhere were you then?Wo else was there?Saying what?Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly When I am sad and feel you are far away?The book fell that is always turned to at twilightAnd my cape rolled like a hurt dog at my feetAlways, always you recede through the ecenings Towards where the twilight goes erasing statuesDruk with pinesDrunk with pines and long kissesLike summer I steer the fast sail of the rosesBent towards the death of the thin dayStuck into my solid marine madnessPale and lashed to my ravenous waterI cruise in the sour smell of the naked climateStill dressed in grey and bitter soundsAnd a sad crest of abandoned sprayHardened by passions, I go mounted on my one wave Lunar, solar, burning and cold, all at onceBecalmed in the throat of the fortunate islesThat are white and sweet as cool hipsIn the moist night my garment of kisses trembles Charged to insanity with electric currentsHeroically divided into dreamsAnd intoxicating roses practicing on meUpstream, in the midst of the outer wavesYour parallel body yelds to my armsLike a fishi infinitely fastened to my soulQuick an slow, in the energy under the skyWhite beeWhite bee, you buzz in my soul, drunk with honey And your flight winds in slow spirals of smokeI am the one without hope, the word without echoes He who lost everything and he who had everythingLast hawser, in you creaks my last longingIn my barren land you are the final roseAh you who are silent!Let your deep eyes close. There the night fluttersAh your body, a frightened statue, nakedYou have deep eyes in which the night flailsCool arms of flowers and a lap of roseYour breasts seem like white snailsA butterfly of shadow has come to sleep on your bellyAh you who are silent!Here is the solitude from which you are absentIt is raining. The sea wind is hunting stray gullsThe water walks barefoot in the wet streetsFrom that tree the leaves complain as though they were sick White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silentAh you who are silent!Leaning. Into. The .afternoonsLeaning into the afternoons I cast my sad netsTowards your oceanic eyesThere in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames Its arms turning like a drowning man’sI send out red signals across your absent eyesThat move like the sea near a lighthouseYou keep only darkness, my distant femaleFrom your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges Lesning into the afternoons I fling my sad netsTo that sea that beats on your marine eyesThe birds of night peck at the first starsThat flash like my soul when I love youThe night gallops on its shadowy mareShedding blue tassels over the landI remember you as you wereI remember you as you were in the last autumnYou were the grey beret and the still heartIn your eyes the flames of the twilight fought onAnd the leaves fell in the water of your soulClasping my arms like a climbing plantThe leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burningSweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soulI feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off:Grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a houseTowards which my deep longings migratedAnd my kisses fell, happy as embersSky frm a ship .field from the hills:Your memory is made of light, fo smoke, of a still pond! Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soulSo that you will hear meSo that you will hear me my wordsSometimes grow thinAs the tracks of the gulls on the beachesNecklace, drunken bellFor your hands smooth as grapesAnd I watch my words from a long way offThey are more yours than mineThey climb on my old suffering like ivyIt climbs the same way on damp wallsYou are to blame for this cruel sportThey are fleeing from my dark lairYou fill everything, you fill everythingBefore you they peopled the solitude that you occupy And they are more used to my sadness than you areNow I want them to say what I want to say to youTo make you hear as I want you to hear meThe wind of anguish still hauls on them as usual Sometimes hurricanes of dreams still knock them over You listen to other voices in my painful voiceLament of old mouths, blood of old supplicationsLove me, companion. Don’t forsake me. Follow me Follow me. Companion, on this wave of anguishBut my words become stained with your loveYou occupy everything, you occupy everythingI am making them into an endless necklaceFor your white hands, smooth as grapesThe morning is fullThe morning is full of stormIn the heart of summerThe clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye The wind, traveling, waving them in its handsThe numberless heart of the windBeating above our loving silenceOrchestral and divine, resounding among the trees Like a language full of wars and songsWind that bears off the dead leaves with a quick raid And deflects the pulsing arrows of the birdsWind that topples her in a wave without sprayAnd substance without weight, and leaning firesHer mass of kisses breaks and sinksAssailed in the door of the summer’s windAh vastness of pinesAh vastness of pines, murmur of waves breaking Slow play of lights, solitary bellTwilight falling in your eyes, toy dollEarth-shell, in whom the earth singsIn you the rivers sing and my soul flees in themAs you desire, and you send it where you willAim my road on your bow of hopeAnd in a frenzy I will free my flock of arrowsOn all sides I see your waist of fogAnd your silence hunts down my afflicted hoursMy kisses anchor, and my moist desire nestsIn you with your arms of tansparent stoneAh your mysterious voice that love tolls and darkensIn the resonant and dying evening!Thus in deep hours I have seen, over the fieldsThe ears of wheat tolling in the mouth of the windThe light wraps youThe light wraps you in its mortal flameAbstracted pale mourner, standing that wayAgainst the old propellers of the twilightThat revolves around youSpeechless, my friendAlone in the loneliness of this hour of the deadAnd filled with the lives of firePure heir of the ruined dayA bough of fruit falls from the sun on your dark garment The great roots of ninghtGrow suddenly from your soulAnd the things that hide in you come out againSo that a blue and pallid peopleYour newly born, takes nourishmentOh magnificent and fecund and magnetic slaveOf the circle tha moves in turn through black and gold Rise, lead and possess a creationSo rich in life that its flowers perishand it is full of sadnessthe song of despairthe memory of you emerges from the night around me the river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea deserted like the wharves at dawnit is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!Cold flower heads are raining over my heartOh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwreckedIn you the wars and the flights accumulatedFrom you the wings of the song birds roseYou swallowed everything, like distanceLike the sea, like time. In you everything sankIt was the happy hour of assault and the kissThe hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthousePilot’s dread, fury of a blind diverTurbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded Lost discoverer, in you everything sankYou girdled sorrow, you clung to desireSadness stunned you, in you everything sankI made the wall of shadow draw backBeyond desire and act, I walked onOh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I loved and lostI summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you Like a jar you housed the infinite tendernessAnd the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jarThere was the black solitude of islandsAnd there, woman of love, your arms took me inThere were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain meIn the earth of your soul, in the cross of your armsHow terrible and brief was my desire of youHow difficult and drunken, how tensed and avidCemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombsStill the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birdsOh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbsOh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodiesOh the mad coupling of hope and forceIn which we merged and despairedAnd the tenderness, light as water and as flourAnd the word scarcely begun on the lipsThis was my destiny and in it was the voyage of my longing And in it my longing fell,in you everything sank!Oh pit debris, everything fell into youWhat sorrow did you not express , in what sorrow areYou not drownedFrom billow to billow you still called and sangStanding like a sailor in the prow of a vesselYou still flowered in songs, you still broke in currents Oh pit of debris, open and bitter wellPale blind diver, luckless slingerLost discoverer, in you everything sankIt is the hour of departure , the hard cold hourWhich the night fastens to all the timetablesThe rustling belt of the sea girdles the shoreCold stars heave up ,black birds migrateDeserted like the wharves at dawnOnly the tremulous shadow twists in my handsOh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything It is the hour of departure, oh abandoned one!鱼儿，在水中串上串下，吐着顽皮的泡泡；鸟儿从荷叶上空飞过，想亲吻荷花姑娘的芳泽。
