Mujer, nada me has dado by Pablo Neruda

Nada me has dado y para ti mi vida deshoja su rosal de desconsuelo, porque ves estas cosas que yo miro, las mismas tierras y los mismos cielos, porque la red de nervios y de venas que sostiene tu ser y tu belleza se debe estremecer al beso puro del sol, del mismo sol que a mí me besa. Mujer, nada me has dado y sin embargo a través de tu ser siento las cosas: estoy alegre de mirar la tierra en que tu corazón tiembla y reposa. Me limitan en vano mis sentidos —dulces flores que se abren en el viento— porque adivino el pájaro que pasa y que mojó de azul tu sentimiento. Y sin embargo no me has dado nada, no se florecen para mí tus años, la cascada de cobre de tu risa no apagará la sed de mis rebaños. Hostia que no probó tu boca fina, amador del amado que te llame, saldré al camino con mi amor al brazo como un vaso de miel para el que ames. Ya ves, noche estrellada, canto y copa en que bebes el agua que yo bebo, vivo en tu vida, vives en mi vida, nada me has dado y todo te lo debo.

Woman, you have given me nothing (literal translation of Pablo Neruda’s poem)

You have given me nothing and for you my life sheds its rosebush of despair, because you see these things that I see, the same lands and the same skies, because the network of nerves and veins that sustains your being and your beauty must shudder at the pure kiss of the sun, the same sun that kisses me. Woman, you have given me nothing and yet through your being I feel things: I am happy to look at the earth on which your heart trembles and rests. My senses limit me in vain —sweet flowers that open in the wind— because I guess the bird that passes and that wet your feeling with blue. And yet you have given me nothing, your years do not bloom for me, the copper waterfall of your laughter will not quench the thirst of my flocks. Host that your fine mouth has not tasted, lover of the beloved who calls you, I will go out on the road with my love on my arm like a glass of honey for the one you love. You see, starry night, song and cup in which you drink the water that I drink, I live in your life, you live in my life, you have given me nothing and I owe you everything.