Frederik Rreshpja - The tiny bird

Now you will soar to the heavens.
But your flight still hovers in my grasp.
Pray, do not forget these hands!
You will nevermore find rest
emptyemptyin such a human nest.

Be off now, the skies await you!
Many things have slipped from my fingers,
Many loves have fallen through one by one...

And this, too, my final joy has fluttered.
Its shadow became moonlight and sank beneath the sea.

- Zog i vogël, from the volume Lirika të zgjedhura, Tirana, Albin 1994. Translated from the Albanian by Robert Elsie and Janice Mathie-Heck

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