As dielli nuk e hapi, kur trokiti,
Përtej mureve, ishte ndukur
Përtej llambash, gjatë e priti
Në udhën e lules vesës strukur

Nëpër udhën e mëngjesit përmbi bli!
Dikush ëndrrën, e vrau në pusi
S’ka më verë, aty,ku ishe Ti!…
E nesërmja, vjen gjithsesi!

Adem Xheladini, Kërçovë, mars 2019

Night moonlighting …

Sunday suckers knock, tonight there is no candle
No stars from the sky dashed
All unsuccessful are turned off
The moon has fled, closed the dry gutter

Neither did the sun open it, when it knocked,
Beyond the walls, she was dead
Beyond the lamps, long waited
On the floral path with dripping dew

By the way of the morning on the lips!
Someone dreamed, killed him in the well
No wine, where were you! …
Tomorrow, come on anyway!

Adem Xheladini, Kërçovë, mars 2019