Not enough time
I have no time to forget things
To erase them from my mind forever.
For the old tragedians as well as bolts
I’d need two years in my endeavor.
Maybe the same even for Dante,
Or learn French and go to the beach,
Deleting women may be my forte
When twilight is within my reach.
Like a traveler with heavy baggage
In front of a plane that starts its fume.
I, still burdened with heavy luggage,
Shall approach the lost tomb.
How do I unload this heavy burden?
Where should I throw it away?
I can’t go down with it on me.
But I can’t leave it up, anyway.
Thinking it over to the last moment
My tragic pledge not to tell or heave,
A sign perhaps incomprehensible,
I will make to all and I will leave.
Translation from Albanian into English
by Alfred Kola
