Xhelal Koprencka
By Spaçi Inmate
Enraged was spirit of grieving crowd,
When herd’s offering was called for,
Ghastly was silence of death cloud,
When among us slid a meteor.
Eagle Koprencka heard his name call,
A simple name of a valiant legend,
Fervently proud he stood tall,
In red hyena’s path maddened.
You are in the people’s name arrested,
For high treason you’re charged with,
Hero’s words that haunting moment,
Forever echo as gold monolith.
“Life and death cannot reside together,
Innocence and crime are not of a kind,
In people’s name should judge never,
His grave diggers on no account.”
Crowd heard it the evil spirit as well,
Crime trembled elated was the mob,
Stripped off acacia by winter hell,
On him the remaining leaf she dropped.
Translated from The Albanian by Hilda M. Xhepa
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