Saddest Poem - Pablo Neruda

Saddest Poem
(Poem #605)
by Pablo Neruda

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Puisi Paling Sedih
(Terjemahan Bebas Puisi Pablo Neruda)

aku mampu menulis puisi paling sedih malam ini,
menulis, misalnya: “ malam penuh bintang, dan bintang-bintang, biru, menggigil di kejauhan.”

angin malam berputar di langit, dan bernyanyi pilu…

aku mampu menulis puisi paling sedih malam ini,
aku mencintainya, dan kadang-kadang ia mencintaiku juga

pada malam-malam seperti ini, aku mendekapnya dalam pelukan, mengecupnya, berulang, di bawah langit tanpa tepi.

dia mencintaiku, kadang-kadang aku mencintainya juga.
bagaimana mungkin aku mampu tak mencintai matanya yang dalam dan tenang?

aku mampu menulis puisi paling sedih malam ini.
mengingat aku tak lagi memilikinya, merasa.. aku telah kehilangnnya.

malam yang mencekam, bertambah kejam sebab dia tiada.
dan puisi menetas di dada seperti airmata-embun ,menetes di rumputan.

tak mengapa kalau cinta tak bisa di sini menahan dan menjaganya.
malam runtuh dan dia tak bersamaku.

begitulah. di jauh sana seseorang lirih menyanyi, di jauh sana.
duh, kini seluruh jiwaku luruh dan malam runtuh tanpanya.

sebab, ingin dia ada di sini. tetapi tatapku tak sanggup menangkapnya.
hatiku mencari, tetapi dia tiada.

pepohonan menjadi putih lalu patah malam ini.
kami, yang dulu satu, kini jatuh jadi sendiri(-sendiri).

aku tak lagi mencintanya, sungguh, tapi ah aku masih mencintainya.
suaraku ingin mencari angin supaya sanggup mengecup telinganya.

kini dia orang lain, milik orang lain. dulu dia milik kecupan-kecupanku.
suaranya, tubuhnya yang kuat, dan ah matanya yang sungguh teduh..

aku tak lagi mencintanya, sungguh, tapi ah mungkin masih.
cinta sungguh ringkas, melupakannya aduh butuh waktu lama.

karena pada malam-malam seperti ini, aku rengkuh dia di lingkar sepasang lenganku.
jiwaku amat mati kini tanpanya.

ini sakit luka terakhir yang disebabkannya.
dan ini puisi terakhir yang kutulis untuknya. ..mungkin.