WHEN WE ARGUE, WE BECOME A LITTLE
When we argue, we become a little,
When we love, we become a lot,
I doubt and I am not convinced, in fact,
How you and I reflect…
Let’s forget the gray complaints, brothers,
Let’s love tomorrow every day,
Because we need to feel human,
I tore my heart out, lifted it high, and made light…
SEA COFFEE WITH POETS
This autumn morning coffee with the poets,
Is longing and purity of snow’s hair;
It surely is a deep, wide sea,
Opposite the beautiful sea of Vlorë.
I do not know any baron, prince, count, or king
Who drinks sea coffee with such flavor;
This morning coffee with the poets
Brings a light with colors of poetry!
GREETINGS FROM VLORA
Wet verses from the autumn rains
I dare to send to distant lands;
I fear October, the month of poetry,
As the vineyards tremble to become a phoenix...
The greetings goes to my Ohrid, to your Ohrid,
From the Vlora of Lasgush, to the Pogradec of Asllani;
A sea of greetings I send with all my heart,
For I am the spirit of Labëria of Kosovo, of Elbasan...
It is a pure soul like the dew of April
That shines for what God has blessed;
You have, oh autumn, my life’s synonym
Adorned with sunlit beads of Vlorë.
Autumn, oh beautiful autumn,
I have you like grapes, pomegranates, and peaches.
THE LEAVES HAVE FALLEN
The leaves have fallen from our legends,
The yellow leaves have dried,
The legends did not wither,
Their roots were so deep.
Their roots are deep underground,
Beneath the soil of the father, of the mother,
Where the sweetness of song springs forth,
Where the beats of the heart find their rhythm.
The leaves of our legends have fallen,
They released buds, green shoots,
Let us walk on foot, even though it is late,
So as not to fall into dead ends tomorrow.
THE FLAMINGOS OF AGRON DINA
Honestly, I called them true
The beautiful Flamingos in Nartë!
I thought to approach them, to touch them with my hand...
The divine brush brought me golden hues.
As they dance ballet in the water, the playful birds,
In their home, in the lagoon,
They captivated me, and like a fool,
I rushed to the painting, to capture the Flamingos.
The image gave me a beautiful shock,
And why not call myself lucky,
To know, to have as a friend Agron Dina,
The aristocratic painter of aristocratic birds.
AUTUMNAL SHOWERS
Autumnal showers crease the guilty forehead
To built an attic to autumn, I didn’t get a deal,
With packets of tissues when tears are dried,
Her personality and psychology I reveal.
The night confuses the moon after the rain,
To be a nice girl than, she pretends,
The autumn salutes her celestial friend,
And honey cells fall from the universe.
In autumn, even the snowman in his grey hair,
Looks more beautifully than the others,
Autumnal showers take me away,
As I lift my hands to enfold the star like fires.
Autumn is wary, it bears no lasting rancor,
The edge so kingly the pear’s flagrance leaves,
When Laureates imitate it along the strophes,
Suddenly comes the winter-as the icy- prince.
(Translated in English by Kujtim Hajdari)
Albert Habazaj is a renowned Albanian researcher, poet, and writer born on March 20, 1960, in Tërbaç-Himarë, Vlorë. With a Master's degree in Ethnology and Folklore, Habazaj has authored numerous books of poetry, prose, and literary journalism, as well as historical-cultural monographs and ethnological studies. He has edited and reviewed several books, supports new talents, and is an active social figure, currently serving as president of the "Petro Marko" Writers' and Artists' Association in Vlorë and director of the "Nermin Vlora Falaschi" Scientific Library.
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