Your Egypt

[kamar]

I like when you keep silent because you are as absent,
and you listen far to me from, and my voice doesn't touch yourself.
It seems that your eyes are dispersed
and what a kiss has closed you the mouth.

As every thing is full of the my soul
you emerge from the things flood of my soul.
Butterfly of dream, resembles to my soul,
and you resemble to the word melancholy.

I like when you keep silent and you are as distant.
You seem to complain you about butterfly that coos.
And you listen far to me from and my voice doesn't come you:
he leaves that I keep silent with your silence.

He leaves that I also talk yourself to yours silence
clear as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are as the night, silent and starry.
Your silence is of star, so far and simple.

I like when you keep silent because you are as absent.
Far and painful as if I were dead.
Then enough a word, a smile.
And I am happy, happy that is not true.

PABLO NERUDA