Selected Love Poems of Nobel Prize Winner Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda said about poetry, “A poet must strike a balance between fraternity and solitude, between passion and toil, between attachment to oneself and harmony with the whole world, and the revelation of nature, and that is poetry. Pablo Neruda has deeply explored themes such as love, time, destruction and loneliness, which are clearly visible in his poetry. His poetry has melody as well as pain. Apart from love, his poems are also full of political, social, alienation, communism and oppression. Let’s read five love poems by Pablo Neruda, translated from English to Hindi by Ashok Pandey…

Five Love Poems by Pablo Neruda

1)
a woman’s body
A woman’s body, white hills, white thighs
You look like a surrendered world
My hunched peasant body sinks into you
And from the depths of the earth brought forth sons.

I was alone like a tunnel, the bird flew out of me.
And the night flooded me with its destructive onslaught.
I made you as a weapon to save myself.
Like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling.

But the moment of revenge strikes, and I love you.
Skin and flesh body. Eager and hard milk!
Oops! Breast cup! Oops! Eyes of absence!
Oops! Rose of femininity! Oops! Slow and sad your voice!

My woman’s body, I will be in your dignity,
My thirst, my boundless desire, leave my way!
On the banks of the dark river where eternal thirst flows.
And behind comes weariness, and an eternal agony.

2)
I miss you as you were
Missing you like you were last fall.
You were the gray cap and the frozen heart.
Twilight’s flames fought endlessly in your eyes.
And the leaves were falling in the water of your soul.

My arms are as stiff as climbing plants
The leaves collected your voice, which was soft and relaxing
My thirst was burning with the fire of your love
A sweet blue gem got tangled in my soul.

I can feel your eyes travel, and autumn is far away:
Gray cap, bird call, heart like home
To which my deep concern began to shift
And my kisses fell like happy sparks.

Seaplane to Sky. Hills to Fields:
Your memories are made of still pond light and smoke!
Before your eyes, and ahead, the evening was burning.
Dry, autumn leaves swirled in your soul.

3)
So you can hear me
So you can hear me
my word
sometimes faint
Like a duck’s path on the beach.

Mumps like a drunken bell
Soft as a grape for your hands.
And I watch my words from afar
They are more yours than mine
They ride like vines on my ancient tyranny.
He likewise climbs the wet wall.
You are to blame for this cruel game.
They are leaving my dark waist
You are fulfilling everything, you are fulfilling everything.

Before you they lived in the solitude that you are now
And they are more used to my silence than you.
Now they want to say what I want to say to you
I want to tell you, you listen to me.

The wind of pain blows over them like always
Sometimes the darkness of dreams overturns them
You hear another voice in my painful voice.

The cry of ancient faces, the blood of ancient pleas
Love me friend, don’t leave me. follow me
Follow me, mate! In this wave of pain

But my words are stained by your love
You are fulfilling everything, you are fulfilling everything.

I am turning them into an endless necklace
For your white, grape-soft hands.

4)
We lost
We have lost to this twilight
No one saw us holding each other’s hands this evening
When the blue night fell upon the earth

I looked out my window
Celebrating sunset on a distant hilltop
Sometimes a piece of sun
Burnt like a coin in my hand

I miss you to the core of my soul
What you know in your sorrow

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
what are you saying
Why will all this love come to me suddenly?
When I’m sad and I feel that you’re away?

The book that was always seen at twilight
And my garment is wrapped around my legs like a wounded dog

Always, always you go away, you go through the evening
Where twilight goes to wash idols.

5)
for my heart
Your chest is enough for my heart
And my wings for your freedom
that slept in your soul,
The path of my face will rise up to heaven.

You have daily illusions.
You approach the flower with petals closed like dew.
You make the horizon incomplete in your absence
Forever flying like a wave.

I said you sing in the air
Like pine and mast
Like them, you are tall and restrained.
And you are sad, all together, like a long journey.

You collect things like old roads
Full of sad sounds echoing inside you
I would wake up and sometimes birds would fly
That was sleeping in your soul.

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