Winter - Lasgush Poradeci

From today my spirit is a recluse,
And banished is all my joy.
Long has it been that snow has lain
Over mountain and over wood.

Laura’s Sunday - Ndue Ukaj

In her city there is a ruined cathedral
in the midst of ruins
its choir is missing
and there is an “Ave Maria” song.
On the road edges, stones relieve pain
only the choir traces are together with dry
flower bouquets
There are many dogs, and trash.

The Words of the Candle - Naim Frashëri

Here among you have I risen,
And aflame am I now blazing,
Just a bit of light to give you,
That I change your night to daytime,

My land - Martin Camaj

When I die, may I turn into grass
On my mountains in spring,
In autumn I will turn to seed.

Ode to mediocrity - Eqrem Basha

We the mediocre

Were born somewhere in the middle

Cried in mezza voce

Were wrapped in medium-quality swaddling clothes

Neither expensive

Nor cheap

Songs unsung - Migjeni

Deep within me sleep songs unsung,

Which neither suffering nor joy have yet brought forth,

Which sleep on awaiting a happier day

To burst out and be sung without fear or grief.

Who will slay the wolf - Ali Podrimja

And the gentleman said

Should you happen to come upon

An Albanian and a wolf

Slay the Albanian

True Freedom - Agron Tufa

True freedom is a dark vial,

full of intertwined genies, pent up

from a cruel Piston

In the Absence of Water - Luljeta Lleshanaku

It’s Sunday. On the soles of shoes

walking in the hallway

snow turns to plasma, and the memories of roads disappear.

The Emigrant - Ndue Ukaj

He has only questions, his answers so very timid

In dirty pockets with concreted nostalgia.

He has only memories that surround his neck

Like the millstone they shake him one step forward and a few backward,

While caressing in torrential waterfall,

And kidnapping the time which he never sees.

Out - Agron Tufa

You get up in the morning

And remember you don't know where you left your eyes.

Song of noble grief - Migjeni

Oh, noble grief of the suffering soul
That bursts out in the free verses...
Did you hope the world to console
And prettify life's reverses?

The vineyard - Dritëro Agolli

The rows of crates are lined up in the vineyard,
Crates where raki and exquisite wines lie sleeping,

The Flute - Naim Frashëri

Listen to the flute a-speaking,
Tell the tale of wretched exile,
Weeping for this world of sorrow
Using words of truth to spin it.

I'm Your Slave, You are My Love - Nezim Frakulla

I'm your slave, you are my love,
I turn to you, my beloved,
Save me now or let me perish,

And You Never Forgot - Ali Podrimja

Here and there beyond barred windows
Chasing you people forgot themselves

The Sea - Victor Eftimiu

The irrepressible and boundless sea
Gets ready for the storm with each foreboding.
She rushes upward, mighty roars unloading,
In robes of sizzling foam is clothéd she.

The Audience - Eqrem Basha

The head of the protocol department asked
What are you involved in
We are tired I said