I'm Not And I'm There By Poem by Riza Braholli

I'm not and I'm there by

There's much snow on Mborja's lay
I'm there... I'm not by...
Woods wait for meso trembling a tree
Birds fly around, they look for me
Gate and pathwayme in the eye.
And I am there..., I'm not by...

Ah, in that place no hour or day
So that no blame be in my eye.
On snow a robin of red the plume
Rushing into from room to room,
And his soft heart bursts upon you
I do come there...die sans ado...

Covered by fog in vertigo
Well, where am I then dropping by
Amid the roads paved up with snow
As if a sinner, my hand take now
And look at me with wound edeye
And I'm there... I am not by.

Over my Mborje there's much snow
Oh, do not say, "again this guy"
For I'm a son, not orphan, though
Upon my chest a bell to blow
Only for you it sounds so high
If I'm not there... I'm there by.

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Translation from Albanian into English
By Alfred Kola
Korçë, May 28,2018