Lady overlooks me from a picture
her eyes poor down a joyless cup
She has a spirit that changes color
like sky when clouds come or break up.
Why give me boredom that poisons bring
Your sad appearance up in obverse
My soul is suffering, but it does sing
so let me love you in this verse.
Seems you've forgotten the world around
And all the colors it freely gives,
Life is not just how past did sound
but lips for lips craving to kiss.
Translation from Albanian into English
By Alfred Kola
Korçë, November 18,2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem