by ?Pablo Neruda
I like for you to be still，it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away，and my voice does not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away ，and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.
As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy.
I like for you to be still，and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.
And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp,simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.
I like for you to be still, it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
One word then,one smile,is enough.
And I am happy,happy that it's not true.
我喜歡你是寂靜的，仿佛你消失了一樣。
你從遠處聆聽我，我的聲音卻無法觸及你。
好像你的雙眼已經飛離遠去，
如同一個吻，封緘了你的嘴。
如同所有的事物充滿了我的靈魂，
你從所有的事物中浮現，充滿了我的靈魂。
你像我的靈魂，一只追夢的蝴蝶，
你如同憂郁這個字一般。
我喜歡你是寂靜的，似乎遙不可及。
你聽起來像是在悲嘆，一只如鴿般輕吟低鳴的蝴蝶。
你從遠處聽見我，我的聲音無法企及你。
讓我在你的沉默中安靜無聲。
讓我帶著你的沉默與你對話，
你的沉默明亮如燈，簡單如指環。
你就像黑夜，擁有寂靜與群星。
你的沉默就是星星的沉默，遙遠而純潔。
我喜歡你是寂靜的，仿佛你消失了一樣，
遙遠而充滿哀傷，仿佛你已死去。
彼時，一個字，一個微笑，已經足夠。
? ? ? ? 而我會覺得幸福，因為那不真實而覺得幸福。
