我可以失去麵包，
甚至空氣，可是，
我不能失去你的微笑。
也不能失去，
你採摘的玫瑰和槍頭花，
還有小溪般奔湧的
激情，
和你銀色浪花般的
風韻。
我常常痛苦掙扎，
呆滯的目光
停留在
死寂的大地。
而你的微笑，
使我神采飛揚，
也為我開啟，
生命所有的奧秘。
我的愛，你的微笑
使我在黑暗中瞥見光明。
如果你無意中
看到街石上
我拋灑的熱血，
繼續歡笑吧，
因為它
使我雙手如劍高舉。
在秋日的海濱，
你的微笑
使千堆雪捲起。
在溫暖的春日，
你的微笑，
如我期盼的鮮花，
藍色的小花，鮮紅的玫瑰，
開滿春意盎然的大地。
微笑吧，無論是黑夜，
白晝，還是月明；
也許島上的小路
崎嶇，
愛你的男人
不解風情，
但當我眠
我醒，
我出，
我入，
麵包，空氣，春天和光明
盡可失去，
唯獨你的微笑，不能失去。
因為它是我的生命！
-聶魯達《你的微笑》
原文：
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.
-Pablo Neruda《Your Laughter》
