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BU AK?AM EN HÜZÜNLÜ ???R

Bu gece en hüzünlü ?iiri yazabilirim
?öyle diyebilirim: gece y?ld?zla dolu
Ve y?ld?zlar, masmavi titre?iyor uzakta
?ak?yarak dönüyor gökte gece rüzgar?.
Bu gece en hüzünlü ?iiri yazabilirim
Sevdim ben onu, o da beni sevdi bir ara.
Kollar?ma ald?m bu gece gibi kaç gece
Kaç defa öptüm onu sonsuz gö?ün alt?nda
Sevdi beni o ben de bir ara onu sevdim
O durgun, iri gözler sevilmez miydi ama

Bu gece en hüzünlü ?iiri yazabilirim.
Yoklu?unu dü?ünüp, yitmesine yanmakla
Duyup geceyi, onsuz daha engin geceyi.
Ota dü?en çiy gibi, dü?mekle ?iir cana
Ne gelir elden, sevgim onu tutamad?ysa.
Gece y?ld?z içinde, o yolda? de?il bana
Hepsi bu. uzaklarda ?ark? söylüyor biri.
Yüre?im dayanm?yor yitmesine kolayca
Gözlerim arar onu, yakla?t?rmak ister gibi
Yüre?im arar onu, o yolda? de?il bana

Art?k sevmiyorum ya nas?l, nas?l sevmi?tim
Sesim arar rüzgar? ula?mak için ona
Ellere yar olur. öpmemden önceki gibi.
O ses, ???l ???l ten ve sonsuz bak??larla
Art?k sevmiyorum ya severim belki yine
Ne uzundur unutu? ah ne k?sad?r sevda
Böyle gecelerde kollar?ma ald?m çünkü
Yüre?im dayanm?yor yitmesine kolayca

Belki bana verdi?i son ac?d?r bu ac?
Belki son ?iirdir bu yazd???m ?iir ona

Türkçeye çeviren: Sait Maden

I CAN WRITE THE SADDEST LINES TONIGHT

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.

That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me

The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.

Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,
and these are the last lines I will write for her.

PABLO NERUDA

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