Sajak Pablo Neruda
Cukup dadamu saja buat hatiku,
dan sayapku untuk kebebasanmu.
Apa yang tertidur di jiwamu kelak
bangun dari mulutku, ke surga menuju.
Padamu ada ilusi segenap hari-hari.
Kau datang seperti embun ke mangkuk bunga-bunga.
Ketika kau tiada, kau guyahkan kaki langit.
Seperti ombak: terbang, mengangkasa, selamanya.
Telah kusabdakan: kau bernyanyi di deru angin
seperti guruh pinus, seperti dentang tiang.
Seperti keduanya, engkau tinggi, berdiam,
dirudung murung. Kau: bagai pelayaran itu.
Kau libatkan segalanya seperti jalanan tua.
Kau dihuni gema-gema dan suara nostalgia.
Aku bangun ketika burung terbang dan beralih benua
aku dan burung yang telah lama tidur di jiwamu.
Your Breast is Enough
Your breast is enough for my heart,
and my wings for your freedom.
What was sleeping above your soul will rise
out of my mouth to heaven.
In you is the illusion of each day.
You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers.
You undermine the horizon with your absence.
Eternally in flight like the wave.
I have said that you sang in the wind
like the pines and like the masts.
Like them you are tall and taciturn,
and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
You gather things to you like an old road.
You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices.
I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated
that had been sleeping in your soul.
