A poetry in my language

I started chating on FB with this artist from Macedonia, but speaks Albanian. It is really good, to hear in my language again, words expressing different feelings. Living here for 9 years now, English has become the language I dream in. Althought I am improving more and more, a lot of things do not have the sense they must have. I can swear or be sweared, I can love and be loved, I can hate and be hated, I can adore and be adored but is all in the logical sense. I translate the words and get what the other person is trying to say to me. I do not get the heart of the other person and I do not put my heart on what I say. Is almost like righting a math excercise, or like completing a document from government.

And now I am chating in my language again. Things make sense, words have feelings, feelings have colours. It is amazing how good it feels when the conversation is colorful and sensitive.

So I asked my artist friend to recite a poetry for me. And althought reciting in chat does not make the same effect as hearing someone reciting, the poetry gave me goose bumps. A bit "customized" here it is. And I really apologize to all my English speaking friends, but I will not transalte this one. Just like I said, if I translate it in English, I will take away the sense, the feelings and the colours from it. I will replace my name with "My land".

Nga Ali Podrimja

zgjohu, My land! zgjohu, nena ime e dashur,

balli dhe emri im i shkelur,

zgjohu, oj! a po e ndjen vajin tim?

a po sheh si t'i kam ngulur syte

mu ne zemer, mu ne shpirt,

si t'i kam hedhur duart rreth belit

për te perqafuar une, ashti yt?

zgjohu, My land!

nga deget e tua te thyera kush po bahet,

kete vater kush po e le?

Ç'janë keto gjurme gjaku qe po shtohen

neper fytyren tende,

keto varre e murana qe po sillen vërdalle

rreth shtepise sime?...

zgjohu, My land! zgjohu, nena ime e dashur,

balli dhe emri im i shkelur,

zgjohu, My land!...

sonte vetem mbeta e

ne dere t'oborrit askush me s'po me troket,

askush me, thua vdekur jam e harruar

ne keto troje e suka gjaku.

thua me eshte e shkrimbur hisja

e mbyllur dera e konakut...

zgjohu, My land, flake e hershme e ashtit tim

t'pelcitur.

bota në ty le te kallet!