Grace upon my death.
You rest on my lashes each night,
unaware that I await you
with quiet, conscious calm
for my early death
that takes me
and carries me into the dark,
while you don’t know.
I see your eyes, I’m entranced,
and I start to laugh as I die,
as if you were waiting for me there—
heaven by your side.
Oh, what joy, your eyes:
grace upon my death.
Translated from Albanian to English
By Alfred Kola
