If You Forget Me

By 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, medals,　

Or little boats that sail toward　

those isles of your 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.