STAR
There’s a twinkling star in the night,
that bears the Milky Way as its name,
a light that resembles Wisdom bright,
adored in my heart all the same.
With the charm of each very outset,
where a world sans words takes its shelter,
like a rainbow, after heavy summer rain,
starts shining over Earth far better.
Neither tired, nor shrunk the brain game,
a silhouette with a sack of past shade,
with so strange a courage of dusk frame,
that hides flowers in the dark, to fade…
Night falls on paths to wise words,
which judge a matured Lady with care.
From a human I turn into a bird,
to hear another heart in the air…
A strange light noise then is heard,
Like that of wrinkling paper-wear…
Translation from Albanian into English by Alfred Kola
