If You Forget Me

by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Same old Story

Equipped with  God's view
I saw from my window,
An abuser luring a child with a pearl.
Wow! I'm grown up, thought the little girl.

Each rhyme n blush was praised
She thought that she was superior to the rest.
Smirking, grinning people she could not see
Till she found herself with her self esteem lost.

Now, there was a young lady.
Spring in the morning, noon n day.
She was baited with a diamond.
Who would not be blinded?

World is full of preys.
Now he found a woman who believed in faith.
Her guilts, regrets and doubts were soothed,
Till he won and she had lost.

God's role is difficult to play.
He can't do anything, but to stare at
the pearl to be given to a little girl,
And her distress or his cheer.