Even the poets die one day,
They can’t avoid the laws of Nature.
But with their poetry, verses in bouquet,
They remain alive forever and ever.
Naim, Migjen, and Dritëro, left,
So will we and other poets, too.
Almighty God the brightest blessed,
They’re art, beauty, and value, due.
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Translation from Albanian into English
By Alfred Kola
