The song of leaves
began.
The green waves
Of the lifespan.
The Sun –
the fiery island of dawn,
Clouds –
the Winter sails teared on.
My ship
with verses it contents
Sails through waves
of events.
With the first leaves
of oak
I cover old wounds
of soul.
Among the flowers
amid many a pain
I sing
the peopleโs Spring refrain.
Translation from Albanian into English
By Alfred Kola
