Please, read!

I decided not write no more lines
Till every tear of sadness goes dry
On my blind eyes of my country;
I thought to wait the fate of free hearts
That feed ideals like the poets the air,
With silence, in their own grace!

Damnation, poets are not that quiet,
The words that freeze on the storm of a rebellious heart
Are free reflection of a nation.
Please, read!
Otherwise, you will be eternally read
Like the strangers of yourself,
by the light-hiders with oblivion.

We cannot fall in the sleep of the indifference
When tomorrow is on the threshold
And we so far away.

For the earth I breathed for the first time
I have chosen to fight with poetry
Inside I found the future, like a muse!

• Translated by Silva Daci.

Irsa Ruçi is an Albanian Writer, Speechwriter and Lecturer who has received numerous awards, and whose books include Trokas mbi ajër (poems and essays), 2008 and Pështjellim (poetry), 2010. Read other articles by Irsa.