我喜欢你的寂静、
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 cooinglike a dove.  
And you hear me from far away and my voice does not rouch you:  
    
Let me come to be still in your silence.  
And let me talk to you with your silence  
that is brightas a lamp,simple as a ring.  
You are like the night, with it's stillness and constellations.  
Your silence is that of a star, as remore and candid.  
    
I like for you to be still, it is as though you were absent,  
distant anf fullof sorrow as though you had died.  
One word then,one smile,is enough.  
And I am happy, happy that it's not true.


你的微笑、
Your Laughter
  
  
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.
My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.
My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.
Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.
Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.

聂鲁达是南美著名的诗人、
少年时候，同伴追求女孩，都叫聂鲁达帮忙写情诗送给女孩们，无一不获得女孩们的爱情。
但后来，当女孩们知道情诗是聂鲁达写的之后，却都爱上情诗的原作者聂鲁达~~~~