If You Forget Me ... Pablo Neruda

I want you to know one thing ...

You know how this is ...

If I look at the crystal moon ...
At the red branch ...
Of the slow autumn at my window ... 

If I touch
Near the fire
The impalpable ash ...
Or the wrinkled body of the log ...

Everything carries me to you ...

As if everything that exists
Aromas ...
Light ...
Metals ...
Were little boats
That sail
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 ...