By Vilson Blloshmi
Sahara, away is Sahara far,
Sahara of rocks, stones and sand
Only her name befriended by
Having no vision, has no plants.
Sahara has no dreams in mind.
Only stones grind inside her head...
Sahara can’t even a song find,
No tears to weep for all her dead.
Sahara in world has no friends,
Sahara has no children to fret
Sahara is a piece of land,
Quarrels all night, the news has spread.
Night in Sahara hates to fall,
It can't stand its stony mat;
There is no love, or chat, or soul;
Her black veil has nothing to wrap.
No one knows why earth was swayed
This injury on its back to hold,
On purpose created was, they state
To make it a curse to nations all.
When of her, he awfully speaks;
Sahara eavesdrops and snorts;
Sahara feels being so pleased
When among us we curses drop.
And when sunbeam timidly lies
On mossless stones reflecting bright;
Like a veil looks shrouded sky,
To desert lightning with burning light.
Therefore when deep and fiery hatred
Blasting, abusing, someone befalls,
Looms memory intoxicated
For help Sahara promptly it calls.
When evil curse its rage exhausts,
Away in time memory fades...
When rising sun thaws piercing frost
Forlorn wasteland feels desolate.
Translated from The Albanian by Hilda M. Xhepa
