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Poems by Lasgush Poradeci

My soul that closed today
and the joy drove me away.
through the mountains and through the forest
zu debora de qekuri.

make hair one-by-one
my desolate village.
dyke mardhur nene te
new sleeping ground covered

speaks out of my soul,
and in black dripping like leaves,
without me qit nor pipelim
tere fili, tere jeta.

in such silence — of serenity
I feel the wailing of a man:
sigh with your voice
jet 'scared not to die…