tonight i can write the saddest lines

Tonight I can write the saddest lines
by Pablo Neruda

Write for example,
'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.

'The night wind revolves
in the sky and sings.

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

Through nights like this one
I held her in my arms.

I kissed her again and again
under the endless sky.

She loved me,
sometimes I loved her too.

How could one not have loved
her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her.

To feel that I have lost her.
To hear immense night,
still more immense without her.

And the verse falls to the soul
like dew to a pasture.

What does it matter that my love
could not keep her.

The night is shattered
and she is not with me.
This is all.

In the distance
someone is singing.

In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied
that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her
as though to go to her.

My heart looks for her,
and she is not with me.

The same night whitening
the same trees.

We, of that time,
are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain,
but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the wind
to touch her hearing.

Another's.
She will be another's.
Like my kisses before.

Her voice.
Her bright body.
Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her,
that's certain,
but maybe I love her.

Love is short,
forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one
I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied
that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain
that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses
that I write for her.