When birds were leaving
On each threshold the sun was praying
Like the last kiss before end run;
You said: Geese reared - in line arraying
On purple wings colored by sun.
- You said they're leaving; you did as well
Right after them on wings of dream.
Little by little on knees I fell
A twilight shadow did dim the gleam.
The sun got cooler on each threshold
It's chilly - I said - we'd better go
It was still autumn, no winter's cold
But from my eyes shed flakes of snow.
Translation from Albanian into English
By Alfred Kola
Korçë, June 4,2018