Rubaie
(Nazim Hikmet)
You
dawn. Lights the world
like water drops on the bottom
its impurities. And you are suddenly
you, my love, in the infinite glow
in front of me.
winter day, spotless, transparent as glass
. Bite into the flesh white and healthy
of a fruit. Love you, my rose, like
intake air in a forest of pine trees.
Who knows, perhaps we would love so much
if our souls do not they saw from afar
we would not be so close, who knows?
if fate had not divided.
Thus, my nightingale, between you and me
there is only a difference of degree:
you have wings and can fly
hands and I can not think.
finished, said one day Mother Nature
finished laughing and crying
and life will still be immense
who does not see does not speak does not mean.
-
(Nazim Hikmet)
You
dawn. Lights the world
like water drops on the bottom
its impurities. And you are suddenly
you, my love, in the infinite glow
in front of me.
winter day, spotless, transparent as glass
. Bite into the flesh white and healthy
of a fruit. Love you, my rose, like
intake air in a forest of pine trees.
Who knows, perhaps we would love so much
if our souls do not they saw from afar
we would not be so close, who knows?
if fate had not divided.
Thus, my nightingale, between you and me
there is only a difference of degree:
you have wings and can fly
hands and I can not think.
finished, said one day Mother Nature
finished laughing and crying
and life will still be immense
who does not see does not speak does not mean.
-
Two happy lovers make one bread,
a single drop of moonlight on the grass, walking
Permit two shadows unite,
leave one sun empty in a bed.
Of all the truth they chose the day:
s'uccisero with no wires, but with an aroma
and not break the peace or the words.
's the happiness a transparent tower.
Air, go with wine lovers,
gives him the night its petals happy
are entitled to all the carnations.
Two happy lovers have no end, neither death
born and die many times through,
have eternity of nature.
(Pablo Neruda)
a single drop of moonlight on the grass, walking
Permit two shadows unite,
leave one sun empty in a bed.
Of all the truth they chose the day:
s'uccisero with no wires, but with an aroma
and not break the peace or the words.
's the happiness a transparent tower.
Air, go with wine lovers,
gives him the night its petals happy
are entitled to all the carnations.
Two happy lovers have no end, neither death
born and die many times through,
have eternity of nature.
(Pablo Neruda)
