Kaya kong magbitiw ng bitter words ngayong gabi.
Kaya kong magbitiw ng bitter words ngayon gabi.
Sa mga gabing tulad nito, nilalamas ko sya sa aking kandungan.
Labs nya ko, at minsan labs ko rin sya.
Panong di ko mamahalin ang malalaki't bilugan nyang mga mata--
parang pugita?
Kaya kong magbitiw ng bitter words ngayong gabi.
Imagine kong wala sya sakin. Ma-feel kong na-lost ko na sya.
Mapakinggan ko ang gabing OA, mas lalong OA dahil wala sya.
At ang talinhaga ay dumidila sa malay tulad ng hamog sa talahib.
Ano pa bang meron dyan, Ineng, kung hindi sya mapapasaakin?
Period. Sa malayo, may ngumangawa. Sa malayo.
Aburido ang multo ko sa pagkawala nya.
At para bagang nandyan lang sya sa tabi-tabi, hinahanap ko pa sya.
Hinahanap sya ng puso ko, kapag wala sya sa tabi ko.
Ang gabi ring ito'y nagkukulapol ng dirty white sa mga troso.
Hindi na kami ang dating kaming kami.
Hindi ko na sya labs, pramis, pero labs na labs ko sya dati.
Hinahagilap ng hininga ko ang hangin para bugahan sya.
Nilalaplap na sya ng iba, tulad ng paglaplap ko sa kanya.
Ang boses nya, and seksi nyang wankata, ang for layp nyang mga mata.
Hindi ko na sya labs, pramis, pero medyo labidabs ko pa rin sya.
Maigsi lang ang labyap ko pero ang makalimot,
sangkatutak na 50 golden years and inaabot.
Dahil sa mga gabing ganito nilalamas ko sya sa aking kandungan,
Aburido ang multo ko sa pagkawala nya.
Kahit ito na ang last chance ko para magmaasim
at ito na rin ang huling chumminess ko sa kanya.
And here's the widely known translation...
Tonight I Can Write
Track 20 from 20 Love Poems
by Pablo Neruda, translated by W.S. Merwin
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, "The night is starry
and the starts are blue and 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 the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
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. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so 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.
