It’s good to feel you are close to me

It’s good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,
invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,
while I untangle my worries
as if they were twisted nets.

Withdrawn, your heart sails through dream,
but your body, relinquished so, breathes
seeking me without seeing me perfecting my dream
like a plant that seeds itself in the dark.

Rising, you will be that other, alive in the dawn,
but from the frontiers lost in the night,
from the presence and the absence where we meet ourselves,

something remains, drawing us into the light of life
as if the sign of the shadows had sealed
its secret creatures with flame.

*Pablo Neruda

Bir Gün

Apansız uyanırsan gecenin bir yerinde 
Gözlerin uzun uzun karanlığa dalarsa 
Bir sıcaklık duyarsan üşüyen ellerinde 
Ve saatler gecikmiş zamanları çalarsa 
Bil ki seni düşünüyorum 

Bir vapur yanaşırsa rıhtımına bin, acil 
Örtün karanlıkları masmavi denizlerde 
Ve dinle kalbimi bak nasıl çarpıyor nasıl 
O bütün özlemlerin koyulaştığı yerde 
Bil ki seni bekliyorum 

Bir sabah gün doğarken aç perdelerini, bak 
Sevinçle balkonuna konuyorsa martılar 
Kendini tadılmamış derin bir hazza bırak 
Dökülsün dudağından en umutlu şarkılar 
Bil ki seni istiyorum 

Gecelerden bir gece uyanırsan apansız 
Uzaklarda elemli, garip bir kuş öterse 
Bir ceylan ağlıyorsa dağlarda yapayalnız 
Ve bir gün kabrimde bir kara gül biterse 
Bil ki seni seviyorum

*Ümit Yaşar Oğuzcan 

If You Forget Me

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine

*Pablo Neruda