O my friend, it was October
Fall had browned Linden tree.
drops of tears crushing over
draining into silent sea.
On your hair danced a leaf
I kept speaking, you in dreams,
in my hand took it to sheaf
leaving under autumn screams
In each Fall when trees are bare
and the roads covered with leaves,
ah, that leaf once danced on hair,
follows me still jitters gives.
Translation from Albanian into English
By Alfred Kola
Korçë, October 7,2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem