Nezim Frakulla Poems

I'm your slave, you are my love,
I turn to you, my beloved,
Save me now or let me perish,
Take and choose the best solution
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Oh your gaze, that slicing sabre,
And your eyes, those of a hero,
This, my life's become a prison,
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Friends of mine, they are fine fellows,
Good men who keep their word and promise,
When they saw that I was jailed
Each strove to come there and replace me.
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Who bade the divan speak Albanian?
Nezim has made it known.
Who bade clarity speak in Albanian?
Nezim has made it human.
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Listen to me, my beloved,
No peace do I find without you,
Life with you is like a rose bud,
When you're absent, life a sinful.
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Some young fellows have now turned up,
Shouting: 'Why don't we be poets?'
Weep ye trees and weep ye boulders!
For the gems that they are penning.
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We have set off into exile,
May the Lord on us have mercy,
And protect us on our journey,
Farewell to Berat of roses!
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