Soneto IV / Pablo Neruda

SONETO IV

Recordarás aquella quebrada caprichosa
a donde los aromas palpitantes treparon,
de cuando en cuando un pájaro vestido
con agua y lentitud: traje de invierno.

Recordarás los dones de la tierra:
irascible fragancia, barro de oro,
hierbas del matorral, locas raíces,
sortílegas espinas como espadas.

Recordarás el ramo que trajiste,
ramo de sombra y agua con silencio,
ramo como una piedra con espuma.

Y aquella vez fue como nunca y siempre:
vamos allí donde no espera nada
y hallamos todo lo que está esperando.

Pablo Neruda - (Cien sonetos de amor, 1959)





SONNET IV

You will remember that leaping stream
where sweet aromas rose and trembled,
and sometimes a bird, wearing water
and slowness, its winter feathers.

You will remember those gifts from the earth:
indelible scents, gold clay,
weeds in the thicket and crazy roots,
magical thorns like swords.

You’ll remember the bouquet you picked,
shadows and silent water,
bouquet like a foam-covered stone.

That time was like never, and like always.
So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
we find everything waiting there.

Pablo Neruda - (100 Love Sonnets, 1959)

Translated by Stephen Tapscott





SONNET IV

You will recall the gorge of capricious waters
from which throbbing perfumes climbed,
and a bird, from time to time, clothed
with liquid slowness: winter plumage.

You will recall the gifts of the earth:
hot scents, clay of gold,
scrub grasses, mad roots,
bewitched thorns like swords.

You will recall the branch you bore,
branch of shadow and water of silence
branch like a stone of spume.

And that time was as never and always:
we go there where nothing does not await us,
and find all that is waiting there.

Pablo Neruda - (100 Love Sonnets, 1959)

Translated by A. S. Klein





SONNET IV

Vous vous souviendrez de ce courant jaillissant
où les doux arômes se levaient et tremblaient,
et parfois un oiseau portant de l’eau
et la lenteur, ses plumes d’hiver.

Vous vous souviendrez de ces cadeaux de la terre:
senteurs indélébiles, argile d’or,
les mauvaises herbes dans le fourré et les racines folles,
épines magiques comme des épées.

Vous vous souviendrez du bouquet que vous avez choisi,
des ombres et de l’eau silencieuse,
bouquet comme une pierre recouverte de mousse.

Ce temps était comme jamais et comme toujours.
Alors on va, où rien n’attend ;
nous trouvons tout en attente là.

Pablo Neruda - (La centaine d'amour, 1959)





SONETTO LXVI

Ricorderai quel ruscello capriccioso
dove s'arrampicarono gli aromi palpitanti,
di tanto in tanto un uccello vestito
d'acqua e di lentezza: vestito d'inverno.

Ricorderai i doni della terra:
irascibile fragranza, fango d'oro,
erbe del cespuglio, pazze radici,
sortileghe spine come spade.

Ricorderai il mazzo che recasti,
mazzo d'ombra e d'acqua con silenzio,
mazzo come una pietra con schiuma.

Quella volta fu come mai e come sempre:
andiamo lì dove nulla v'è che attenda
e troviamo tutto ciò che sta attendendo.

Pablo Neruda - (Cento Sonetti D'amore, 1959)





SONE IV

Hep anacaksın o nazlı dere yatağını,
yamaçlarında titreşen ıtırlarla,
bir kuş geçerdi ara sıra, giyinmiş
yağmuru ve yavaşlığı: Bürünmüş kış giysilerini.

Anacaksın nimetlerini toprağın:
O delişmen hoş kokuyu, altın çamuru,
otlarını çalılığın, deli kökleri,
kılıca benzer büyülü dikenleri.

Arayacaksın getirdiğin çiçek demetlerini,
gölge ve sudan derlenmiş sessizlik içre,
köpük bezeli taşa benzer demetleri.

Ya hep ya hiçti o günler:
Şimdiyse gidişimiz hiçbir şey umulmayan diyara,
bulmaya her ne bekliyorsa bizi.

Pablo Neruda - (Yüz Aşk Sonesi’nden, 1959)

Çeviri: Adnan Özer

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