Neurada and i

I avoid translated fiction,poetry or any piece of writing.Every language has its own spirit.And translation kills that spirit blatantly.I read war and peace almost 10 years back from now and that book was a complete torture.
Long dull and boring ,not because of the fact that it is actually boring but the fact that it was translated fiction.
It was another friend in Islamabad who gave me a copy of gracia marquez.The first 10 pages were again boring but then i was lost in the magical realism and thoughts were spinning a web around me.
There was no looking back after that day.Gundra,pablo,drovastky(hope i have spelled the right) they all become a part of my reading routine one after another.
And then i received this poem from some one very close.
It was my first introduction to neurada.
I wish i could know Spanish to understand the emotion in his work.Well the same sigh emerges when i read Hafiz and firdousi.
He is a pleasure.A wizard crafting magic of words.Intimate thoughts written on a page.
Pablo frightens me yet make me realize that words matter some times more than the mere touch of the beloved.
If i claim to have memorized faiz years back then Neruda is now a definite late night read.
He is simple,complete yet intellectually stimulating.
And so here is the piece i love ..all the time
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
By Pablo neurada....