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Once again, I am going to present the following verses by Pablo Neruda to you, first in the original Spanish, then translated as well as I can (with a few added words) into English.
Hemos Perdido Aun Este Crepusculo
Hemos perdido aun este crepusculo.
Nadie nos vio esta tarde con las manos unidas
mientras la noche azul caia sobre el mundo.
He visto desde mi ventana
la fiesta del poniente en los cerros lejanos.
A veces como una moneda
se encendia un pedazo de sol entre mis manos.
Yo te recordaba con el alma apretada
de esa tristeza que tu me conoces.
Entonces, donde estabas?
Entre que gentes?
Diciendo que palabras?
Por que se me vendra todo el amor de golpe
cuando me siento triste, y te siento lejana?
Cayo el libro que siempre se toma en el crepusculo,
y como un perro herido rodo a mis pies mi capa.
Siempre, siempre te alejas en las tardes
hacia donde el crepusculo corre borrando estatuas.
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A Clenched Soul
We have lost the twilight.
No one perceived us tonight, hand in hand, on our promenade
as eerie opaqueness descended to conquer coloured panoramic landscapes.
I considered from an iridescent pane
a jubilant sunset across cool majestic mountain tops.
I deliberated a dazzling piece of sun--
sometimes it can burn, as a coin or a precious metal decoration, in someone's palm.
I remembered you, my soul squeezed in a deep inconsolable sadness
that you alone could recollect.
Where are you, dear?
Is there someone else near?
Quoting whom?
I lamented love's amorous passion, or desperation--
Its oppressive absence came to possess me,
as I am lonesome and you are too distant to appear.
An opened tome fell, alas, closed at sunset,
and a blue-bordered jacquard sweater rolled as a crippled dog at a man's feet.
Ever, ever, you are receding into night,
as statues are all erased.
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