Poem

  1       | above
  2 Sultan|           bound hand and foot:~His advanced age, his wounds, his chains...~‘
  3 Sultan|        hand and foot:~His advanced age, his wounds, his chains...~‘
  4 Work  |         lathes.~The grey, metallic air shudders with the vibrations.~
  5 Sultan|        Shqiptari)~Sultan Murat sat astride his steed~And observed the
  6 Life  |          our hands our inseparable baggage,~A little suitcase~Of struggles,
  7       | be
  8       | Because
  9       | begin
 10 Sea   |        hues and light.~I swim in a blaze of mirages,~Their sparkle
 11 Sultan|          And observed the prisoner bound hand and foot:~His advanced
 12 Sultan|            piece of the sky in his breast,~And in it flies a swallow
 13       | But
 14 Work  |        tender rimes,~They test the calibres and the strength~Of our
 15 Young |         close my eyes...~I wish no candles... just let me watch~The
 16 Sea   |          of mirages,~Their sparkle captivates me,~Makes me quiver... And
 17 Sultan|      advanced age, his wounds, his chains...~‘Albanian,’ he inquired, ‘
 18 Donot |            other grew dark,~If one cleared, the other turned azure.~
 19 Young |         And if I die young,~Do not close my eyes...~I wish no candles...
 20 Donot |           Like sky and sea:~If one clouded over, the other grew dark,~
 21 Young |        just let me watch~The stars come out in the heavens above
 22 Life  |      partings and meetings.~We are constant travellers,~Holding in our
 23 Work  |       workers~(Punëtorët)~They are constantly entering poems,~            
 24       | could
 25 Donot |       clouded over, the other grew dark,~If one cleared, the other
 26 Work  |        entering poems,~            day and night.~They do not wait
 27 Young |    fragrance through the twilight,~Deep in the words I have spoken,~
 28 Work  |     intellectual love, by refined, delicate thinking.~They enter poems
 29 Young |           I have spoken,~As in the depths of the Ionian,~I see my
 30 Sultan|           Albanian~(Sulltan Murati dhe Shqiptari)~Sultan Murat
 31 Donot |          on the fire:~Separated we died out,~United we raged.~But
 32 Sultan|          fight~When you could live differently?’~‘Because, Padishah,’ replied
 33 Onthe |           did not sleep. I did not doze.~On the shoulders of my
 34 Work  |          of the poem resounds with drills, with lathes.~The grey,
 35 Work  |         factories, plants,~Full of energy,~            noise and passion.~
 36 Work  |     Punëtorët)~They are constantly entering poems,~            day and
 37       | Every
 38 Young |         die young,~Do not close my eyes...~I wish no candles...
 39 Work  |            motors, begin work.~The facade of the poem resounds with
 40 Young |            of the Ionian,~I see my face.~I feel no pity for myself,~
 41 Work  |          enter poems as they enter factories, plants,~Full of energy,~            
 42 Young |         myself,~I do not lament my fate.~And if I die young,~Do
 43 Sultan|           he inquired, ‘Why do you fight~When you could live differently?’~‘
 44 Donot |          once~Like two logs on the fire:~Separated we died out,~
 45 Sultan|           in his breast,~And in it flies a swallow
 46 Sultan|            prisoner bound hand and foot:~His advanced age, his wounds,
 47 Young |           tree, words spread their fragrance through the twilight,~Deep
 48 Work  |           enter factories, plants,~Full of energy,~            noise
 49 Work  |          do not wait for the heavy gates to be opened~By intellectual
 50 Donot |            clouded over, the other grew dark,~If one cleared, the
 51 Work  |           drills, with lathes.~The grey, metallic air shudders with
 52 Life  |         travellers,~Holding in our hands our inseparable baggage,~
 53       | has
 54 Donot |            how soon love~Turned to hatred...~Do not hate me...~~
 55       | have
 56       | he
 57 Onthe |            of my times~I rested my head.~I did not sleep. I did
 58 Young |          The stars come out in the heavens above me.~If I die young.~~
 59 Work  |           They do not wait for the heavy gates to be opened~By intellectual
 60       | Her
 61 Life  |           are constant travellers,~Holding in our hands our inseparable
 62       | how
 63 Sultan|           chains...~‘Albanian,’ he inquired, ‘Why do you fight~When
 64 Life  |           Holding in our hands our inseparable baggage,~A little suitcase~
 65 Work  |        heavy gates to be opened~By intellectual love, by refined, delicate
 66 Work  | soldering-tool in hand they solder~iron and rhythms and tender rimes,~
 67       | is
 68       | it
 69       | its
 70 Life  |                              Life~(Jeta)~Life is a railway station
 71 Sea   |           Sea~(U krodha në ujrat e Jonit)~I dived into the waters
 72 Young |               I wish no candles... just let me watch~The stars come
 73 Onthe |           of my times~(Mbi supët e kohës sime)~On the shoulders of
 74 Sea   |        waters of the Ionian Sea~(U krodha në ujrat e Jonit)~I dived
 75 Young |          pity for myself,~I do not lament my fate.~And if I die young,~
 76 Work  |         resounds with drills, with lathes.~The grey, metallic air
 77       | let
 78 Young |          vdeksha i ri...)~Like the linden tree, words spread their
 79 Life  |         our inseparable baggage,~A little suitcase~Of struggles, onslaughts
 80 Sultan|           you fight~When you could live differently?’~‘Because,
 81 Donot |           and I were once~Like two logs on the fire:~Separated we
 82 Onthe |         shoulder~            I was lost in thought.~~
 83 Work  |    thoughts~            and of our loves.~~
 84       | Makes
 85 Sultan|       replied the prisoner,~‘Every man has a piece of the sky in
 86 Onthe |         the shoulders of my times~(Mbi supët e kohës sime)~On the
 87 Donot |                Do not hate me~(Mos më urre)~Do not hate me.~The
 88 Life  |            station of partings and meetings.~We are constant travellers,~
 89 Life  |          struggles, onslaughts and memories.~~
 90 Work  |             with lathes.~The grey, metallic air shudders with the vibrations.~
 91 Sea   |        light.~I swim in a blaze of mirages,~Their sparkle captivates
 92 Donot |                    Do not hate me~(Mos më urre)~Do not hate me.~
 93 Work  |            the sirens, turn on the motors, begin work.~The facade
 94 Work  |          with the vibrations.~They mount the scaffolding,~            
 95 Sultan|          and the Albanian~(Sulltan Murati dhe Shqiptari)~Sultan Murat
 96       | myself
 97 Work  |         poems,~            day and night.~They do not wait for the
 98 Work  |        Full of energy,~            noise and passion.~They ring the
 99 Sultan|          sat astride his steed~And observed the prisoner bound hand
100 Life  |      little suitcase~Of struggles, onslaughts and memories.~~
101 Work  |          for the heavy gates to be opened~By intellectual love, by
102       | over
103 Sultan|            differently?’~‘Because, Padishah,’ replied the prisoner,~‘
104 Life  |            is a railway station of partings and meetings.~We are constant
105 Work  |      energy,~            noise and passion.~They ring the sirens, turn
106 Sultan|         prisoner,~‘Every man has a piece of the sky in his breast,~
107 Young |           I see my face.~I feel no pity for myself,~I do not lament
108 Work  |           as they enter factories, plants,~Full of energy,~            
109 Work  |            work.~The facade of the poem resounds with drills, with
110 Work  |                       The workers~(Punëtorët)~They are constantly entering
111 Sea   |            captivates me,~Makes me quiver... And I feel:~Shooting
112 Donot |   Separated we died out,~United we raged.~But how soon love~Turned
113 Life  |              Life~(Jeta)~Life is a railway station of partings and
114 Work  |           By intellectual love, by refined, delicate thinking.~They
115 Sultan| differently?’~‘Because, Padishah,’ replied the prisoner,~‘Every man
116 Work  |             The facade of the poem resounds with drills, with lathes.~
117 Onthe |            shoulders of my times~I rested my head.~I did not sleep.
118 Work  |          hand they solder~iron and rhythms and tender rimes,~They test
119 Young |         die young...~(Në vdeksha i ri...)~Like the linden tree,
120 Work  |        iron and rhythms and tender rimes,~They test the calibres
121 Work  |            noise and passion.~They ring the sirens, turn on the
122 Sultan|            Shqiptari)~Sultan Murat sat astride his steed~And observed
123 Work  |         vibrations.~They mount the scaffolding,~            the verses.~
124 Young |            depths of the Ionian,~I see my face.~I feel no pity
125 Donot |         Like two logs on the fire:~Separated we died out,~United we raged.~
126 Sea   |           me quiver... And I feel:~Shooting through my soul,~Like azure
127 Onthe |   shoulders of my times,~As on Her shoulder~            I was lost in
128 Sultan|       Albanian~(Sulltan Murati dhe Shqiptari)~Sultan Murat sat astride
129 Work  |             The grey, metallic air shudders with the vibrations.~They
130 Onthe |           times~(Mbi supët e kohës sime)~On the shoulders of my
131 Work  |         and passion.~They ring the sirens, turn on the motors, begin
132 Onthe |          rested my head.~I did not sleep. I did not doze.~On the
133 Work  |        soldering-tool in hand they solder~iron and rhythms and tender
134 Work  |                 the verses.~With a soldering-tool in hand they solder~iron
135 Donot |           United we raged.~But how soon love~Turned to hatred...~
136 Sea   |          feel:~Shooting through my soul,~Like azure currents of
137 Sea   |            blaze of mirages,~Their sparkle captivates me,~Makes me
138 Young |           Deep in the words I have spoken,~As in the depths of the
139 Young |        Like the linden tree, words spread their fragrance through
140 Young |              just let me watch~The stars come out in the heavens
141 Life  |            Jeta)~Life is a railway station of partings and meetings.~
142 Sultan|       Sultan Murat sat astride his steed~And observed the prisoner
143 Work  |          test the calibres and the strength~Of our thoughts~            
144 Life  |      baggage,~A little suitcase~Of struggles, onslaughts and memories.~~
145 Life  |      inseparable baggage,~A little suitcase~Of struggles, onslaughts
146 Sultan|            Murat and the Albanian~(Sulltan Murati dhe Shqiptari)~Sultan
147 Onthe |         shoulders of my times~(Mbi supët e kohës sime)~On the shoulders
148 Sultan|          breast,~And in it flies a swallow
149 Sea   |         Into its hues and light.~I swim in a blaze of mirages,~Their
150 Work  |        solder~iron and rhythms and tender rimes,~They test the calibres
151 Work  |     rhythms and tender rimes,~They test the calibres and the strength~
152 Work  |         love, by refined, delicate thinking.~They enter poems as they
153 Onthe |                      I was lost in thought.~~
154 Work  |            and the strength~Of our thoughts~            and of our loves.~~
155 Life  |          meetings.~We are constant travellers,~Holding in our hands our
156 Young |           i ri...)~Like the linden tree, words spread their fragrance
157 Work  |     passion.~They ring the sirens, turn on the motors, begin work.~
158 Young |        their fragrance through the twilight,~Deep in the words I have
159 Sea   |          waters of the Ionian Sea~(U krodha në ujrat e Jonit)~
160 Sea   |            Ionian Sea~(U krodha në ujrat e Jonit)~I dived into the
161 Donot |             Separated we died out,~United we raged.~But how soon love~
162 Donot |             Do not hate me~(Mos më urre)~Do not hate me.~The two
163       | us
164 Young |              If I die young...~(Në vdeksha i ri...)~Like the linden
165 Work  |       scaffolding,~            the verses.~With a soldering-tool in
166       | very
167 Work  |     metallic air shudders with the vibrations.~They mount the scaffolding,~            
168 Work  |         day and night.~They do not wait for the heavy gates to be
169       | was
170 Young |          no candles... just let me watch~The stars come out in the
171       | When
172       | Why
173 Young |          Do not close my eyes...~I wish no candles... just let me
174 Work  |          turn on the motors, begin work.~The facade of the poem
175 Work  |                                The workers~(Punëtorët)~They are constantly
176 Sultan|        foot:~His advanced age, his wounds, his chains...~‘Albanian,’