Poema 19 / Pablo Neruda

POEMA 19

Niña morena y ágil, el sol que hace las frutas,
el que cuaja los trigos, el que tuerce las algas,
hizo tu cuerpo alegre, tus luminosos ojos
y tu boca que tiene la sonrisa del agua.

Un sol negro y ansioso se te arrolla en las hebras
de la negra melena, cuando estiras los brazos.
Tú juegas con el sol como con un estero
y él te deja en los ojos dos oscuros remansos.

Niña morena y ágil, nada hacia ti me acerca.
Todo de ti me aleja, como del mediodía.
Eres la delirante juventud de la abeja,
la embriaguez de la ola, la fuerza de la espiga.

Mi corazón sombrío te busca, sin embargo,
y amo tu cuerpo alegre, tu voz suelta y delgada.
Mariposa morena dulce y definitiva
como el trigal y el sol, la amapola y el agua.

Pablo Neruda

Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada, (1924)





POEM 19

Brown-haired agile girl, the sun that forms the fruits,
Ripens the wheat and coils the seaweed
Has made your beautiful body, your shining eyes
And your mouth that has the smile of water.

A black and anguised sun rolls you in the threads
Of your long black hair when you open your arms.
You play in the sun as playing in a tidal river
That leaves two dark pools in your eyes.

Brown-haired agile girl, nothing from you comes to me.
All of you go away from me as if from the noon.
You are the delirious youth of bee,
The drunkenness of the wave, the force of the ear of wheat.

My somber hearts searches for you, nevertheless,
And I love your beautiful body, your voice soft and free.
Sweet and sure brown-haired butterfly,
Like the fields of wheat, the sun, the poppy and the water.

Pablo Neruda

Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, (1924)





POEM 19

Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms
the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweeds
filled your body with joy, and your luminous eyes
and your mouth that has the smile of the water.

A black yearning sun is braided into the strands
of your black mane, when you stretch your arms.
You play with the sun as with a little brook
and it leaves two dark pools in your eyes.

Girl lithe and tawny, nothing draws me towards you.
Everything bears me farther away, as though you were noon.
You are the frenzied youth of the bee,
the drunkenness of the wave, the power of the wheat-ear.

My somber heart searches for you, nevertheless,
and I love your joyful body, your slender and flowing voice.
Dark butterfly, sweet and definitive
like the wheat-field and the sun, the poppy and the water.

Pablo Neruda

Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, (1924)





POEME 19

Fille brune, fille agile, le soleil qui fait les fruits,
qui alourdit les blés et tourmente les algues,
a fait ton corps joyeux et tes yeux lumineux
et ta bouche qui a le sourire de l'eau.

Noir, anxieux, un soleil s'est enroulé aux fils
de ta crinière noire, et toi tu étires les bras.
Et tu joues avec lui comme avec un ruisseau,
qui laisse dans tes yeux deux sombres eaux dormantes.

Fille brune, fille agile, rien ne me rapproche de toi.
Tout m'éloigne de toi, comme du plein midi.
Tu es la délirante enfance de l'abeille,
la force de l'épi, l'ivresse de la vague.

Mon coeur sombre pourtant te cherche,
J'aime ton corps joyeux et ta voix libre et mince.
Ô mon papillon brun, doux et définitif,
tu es blés et soleil eau et coquelicot.

Pablo Neruda

Vingt poèmes d'amour et une chanson désespérée, (1924)





POESIA 19

Bimba bruna e agile, il sole che fa la frutta,
quello che rassoda il grano, quello che piega le alghe,
ha fatto il tuo corpo allegro, i tuoi occhi luminosi
e la tua bocca che ha il sorriso dell'acqua.

Un sole nero e ansioso ti si arrotola nei fili
della nera capigliatura, quando stendi le braccia.
Tu giochi col sole come un ruscello
e lui ti lascia negli occhi due pozze oscure.

Bimba bruna e agile, nulla mi avvicina a te.
Tutto da te mi allontana, come dal mezzogiorno.
Sei la delirante gioventù dell'ape,
l'ebbrezza dell'onda, la forza della spiga.

Il mio cuore cupo ti cerca, tuttavia,
e amo il tuo corpo allegro, la tua voce sciolta e sottile.
Farfalla bruna dolce e definitiva
come il campo dì frumento e il sole, il papavero e l'acqua.

Pablo Neruda

Venti poesie d'amore e una canzone disperata, (1924)





SEN ESMER UÇARI KIZ

Sen esmer uçarı kız, meyveyi oluşturan
Mısıra çekirdeğini veren ve yosunu yuvarlayan güneş
Yarattı senin şen bedenini, ışıldayan gözlerini,
Ve o gülümseyen suya benzeyen ağzını senin.

O esmer, aç gözlü güneş dolanıyor zülüflerine
Uzun siyah saçlarının, kollarını açarken sen.
Oynuyorsun güneşle, sanki bir çaymış gibi,
Ve senin gözlerinde bırakıyor çay iki siyah su birikintisini.

Sen esmer uçarı kız, beni sana yaklaştıran bir şey yok.
Her şey uzaklaştırıyor beni senden öğle saatleri gibi.
Arının çılgın gençliğisin sen,
Dalganın esrimesisin, gücüsün başağın.

Her şeye rağmen, arar karanlık yüreğim seni,
Ve seviyorum şen bedenini, hafif ve ince sesini.
Sen esmer kelebek, öyle uysal öyle saldırılmazsın
Buğday ve güneş gibi, gelincik ve su gibi.

Pablo Neruda

Çeviri: İsmail Haydar Aksoy

("Yirmi Aşk Şiiri ve Umutsuz Bir Şarkı"dan, 1924)

Photo by Ludovic Taillandier