Poetry for the Chilean miners rescued at last

As the Chilean miners emerge out of their living death deep in the earth, I think of the following lines by the great Pablo Neruda (from Verses Against the Darkness). Which I dedicate to them.

"No quiero para mí tantas desgracias.
No quiero continuar de raíz y de tumba,
de subterráneo solo, de bodega con muertos
ateridos, muriéndome de pena." (Pablo Neruda)

I never asked for so much misfortune.
I don't want to live like a root, tomb anymore,
alone underground, in a place of death,
stiff with cold, dying of grief.