Your Breast is Enough
-Pablo Neruda-
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.
Dhadhamu Uwis Cukup
-Pablo
Neruda-
*sinadur neng Basa Jawa dening Padmo Adi
Dhadhamu uwis
cukup kanggo atiku,
lan swiwiku
kanggo kamardikanmu.
Apa kang turu
sandhuwuring suksmamu bakal bangkit
saka sajroning
lambeku menyang swarga.
Sajroning sliramu
impen saben dinane.
Saliramu teka kaya
embun ing makutaning kusuma.
Cakrawala sirna
nalika sliramu ora aneng sandhingku.
Miber salaminya kaya
ombak ing angkasa.
Aku wis ngomong
sliramu nembang sajroning samirana
pindha
tetanduran pinus lan kaya cagak kang dhuwur.
Dhuwur kaya
ngono uga sliramu lan agung sampurna,
lan sedhih,
kabeh nyawiji, pindha lelakuning janma.
Sliramu nglumpukke
samubarang sajroning dhirimu kaya dene dalan kang tuwa.
Sajroning
dhirimu ana swara imbal-imbalan lan tembang klangenan
Aku tangi lan
sanalika para peksi mabur lan pindhah
kang wis suwe
turu sajroning suksmamu.
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