I want to ignore you, but I can’t.
I don’t want to love you… impossible anyway,
This damned feeling is eating away at my soul,
You don’t care about me, nightingale.
Oh playful bird! Oh most beautiful bird!
You sang the most beautiful song,
Why did you close your sweet mouth and rest?
Perhaps your muse is silenced or gone?
Or perhaps your beautiful soul is deaf
And you feel powerless and empty,
Or maybe your melodious voice is hoarse
And you have become silent and petty
Wake up, dear bird of the forest,
Can’t you see that spring is at hand?
Bring us joy with your sweet voice,
You know… your song delights each end!
Translation from Albanian to English
By Alfred Kola
