END TO END
The brim of the cup must be kissed
As the drop of wine is chased.
The juice of life gives you a gist,
And you never lose its taste.
When the wine colors your lip
And a hand wipes it away,
Then your blouse becomes unfit,
For your breasts are in their play…
Then thou shalt not kiss the wine
Just to feel its very taste.
When it flows from neck align
Madness starts to act in haste…
Translation from Albanian to English
By Alfred Kola
