Sorkadhen e zune ne qark nje mbremje,
Kur ngrihej pas fleteve ylli,
Naten me mall a me dhembje
Sorkadhen e re a kerkonte pylli.
Kur dita niste te fekse
Sa mbyllej syri i yllit,
Renkonin druret me vese
Dhe s'ishte vese!Ishin lotet e pyllit...
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I would like to translate this poem
easy peasy lemon scuizee