Ode to the Happy Day

This time let me

be happy.

Nothing has happened to anybody,

I am nowhere special,

it happened only

that I am happy

through the four chambers

of my heart, walking,

sleeping or writing.

What can I do? I am

happy,

I am more uncountable

than the meadow

grass

I feel my skin like a wrinkled tree

and the water below,

the birds above,

the sea like a ring

around my waist,

the Earth is made of bread and stone,

the air sings like a guitar.

You,by my side in the sand,

you are the sand,

you sing and you are a song,

today the world

is my soul:

song and sand,

today the world

is your mouth:

Let me

be happy

on your mouth, on the sand,

be happy just because, because I am breathing

and because you are breathing,

be happy, because I am touching

your knee

and it is as though I am touching

the blue skin of heaven

and its pristine air.

Today let me

and me only

be happy,

with everybody or without them,

be happy,

with the grass

and the sand,

be happy

with the air and the earth,

be happy,

with you, with your mouth,

be happy.

-- Pablo Neruda