Poetry

 1 Earth |     Albania to blush at my sins,~Alas, how this hellish life deceived
 2 Honour|         He sought honour for the Albanians in all his writings.~ ~Like
 3       | Around
 4       | at
 5 Earth |          the folk of Contessa,~I beg you, Lord, forgive them
 6 Honour|          së ndeerme në Kuntisë u bii)~Of honourable lineage in
 7 Earth | treasures,~Caused all Albania to blush at my sins,~Alas, how this
 8 Earth |         trove,~Those vile wooden boards enclosed my worn body...~
 9 Earth |          boards enclosed my worn body...~Around my tomb weep the
10 Honour|          lineage in Contessa was born~Nick Chetta, a scion of
11       | both
12 Honour|          readorning its withered branches,~And now a priest, the church
13 Earth |          in search of treasures,~Caused all Albania to blush at
14 Honour|        in Contessa was born~Nick Chetta, a scion of the Albanian
15 Honour|  branches,~And now a priest, the church took him for her spouse.~ ~
16 Honour| featherless bird in a nest.~ ~It clothed him, girded him with manners,
17 Earth |      Alas, how this hellish life deceived me,~Promised me honours,
18 Earth |    Travelled the Earth~(Po rraha dhera)~I travelled the earth in
19 Honour|      exhausted himself~And wove, embellished and wrote this treasure~
20 Earth |         Those vile wooden boards enclosed my worn body...~Around my
21 Honour|       and wrote this treasure~To enrich Albania in every possible
22       | every
23 Honour|   writings.~ ~Like a silkworm he exhausted himself~And wove, embellished
24 Honour|           Of honourable lineage~(Farie së ndeerme në Kuntisë u
25 Honour|        Which received him like a featherless bird in a nest.~ ~It clothed
26 Earth |          Around my tomb weep the folk of Contessa,~I beg you,
27 Earth |       Contessa,~I beg you, Lord, forgive them their sins
28 Honour|          nest.~ ~It clothed him, girded him with manners, with wisdom,~
29 Earth |         me,~Promised me honours, gold and pleasures.~ ~On the
30 Earth |        the verge of seizing that golden trove,~Those vile wooden
31 Honour|     manners, with wisdom,~In the heat it refreshed him with its
32 Earth |          my sins,~Alas, how this hellish life deceived me,~Promised
33       | her
34       | here
35       | himself
36 Honour|         Palermo, to the Albanian home~Which received him like
37 Honour|         here and there~He sought honour for the Albanians in all
38 Earth |         deceived me,~Promised me honours, gold and pleasures.~ ~On
39       | how
40 Honour|     lineage~(Farie së ndeerme në Kuntisë u bii)~Of honourable lineage
41 Earth |           Alas, how this hellish life deceived me,~Promised me
42 Earth |          of Contessa,~I beg you, Lord, forgive them their sins
43 Honour|         for her spouse.~ ~Like a lost bird he stretched his two
44 Honour|     clothed him, girded him with manners, with wisdom,~In the heat
45 Honour|     honourable lineage~(Farie së ndeerme në Kuntisë u bii)~Of honourable
46 Honour|        lineage~(Farie së ndeerme në Kuntisë u bii)~Of honourable
47 Honour|          a featherless bird in a nest.~ ~It clothed him, girded
48 Honour|     lineage in Contessa was born~Nick Chetta, a scion of the Albanian
49       | now
50       | On
51 Earth |    Promised me honours, gold and pleasures.~ ~On the verge of seizing
52 Earth |           I Travelled the Earth~(Po rraha dhera)~I travelled
53 Honour|          enrich Albania in every possible way.~~
54 Honour|     withered branches,~And now a priest, the church took him for
55 Earth |        hellish life deceived me,~Promised me honours, gold and pleasures.~ ~
56 Honour|      shade, like ~The vine-stock readorning its withered branches,~And
57 Honour|          the Albanian home~Which received him like a featherless bird
58 Honour|      with wisdom,~In the heat it refreshed him with its shade, like ~
59 Earth |          Travelled the Earth~(Po rraha dhera)~I travelled the earth
60 Honour|          was born~Nick Chetta, a scion of the Albanian soil.~He
61 Honour|        honourable lineage~(Farie së ndeerme në Kuntisë u bii)~
62 Earth |         I travelled the earth in search of treasures,~Caused all
63 Earth |     pleasures.~ ~On the verge of seizing that golden trove,~Those
64 Honour|        it refreshed him with its shade, like ~The vine-stock readorning
65 Honour|       all his writings.~ ~Like a silkworm he exhausted himself~And
66 Honour|          a scion of the Albanian soil.~He went to Palermo, to
67 Honour|           both here and there~He sought honour for the Albanians
68 Honour|          church took him for her spouse.~ ~Like a lost bird he stretched
69 Honour|    spouse.~ ~Like a lost bird he stretched his two wings~In Palermo
70       | that
71       | their
72       | them
73       | there
74       | Those
75 Earth |        my worn body...~Around my tomb weep the folk of Contessa,~
76 Honour|         now a priest, the church took him for her spouse.~ ~Like
77 Honour|       embellished and wrote this treasure~To enrich Albania in every
78 Earth | travelled the earth in search of treasures,~Caused all Albania to blush
79 Earth |     verge of seizing that golden trove,~Those vile wooden boards
80 Honour|       lost bird he stretched his two wings~In Palermo and Contessa,
81 Honour|      Farie së ndeerme në Kuntisë u bii)~Of honourable lineage
82 Earth |          and pleasures.~ ~On the verge of seizing that golden trove,~
83 Earth |         that golden trove,~Those vile wooden boards enclosed my
84 Honour|        with its shade, like ~The vine-stock readorning its withered
85       | was
86 Honour|        Albania in every possible way.~~
87 Earth |      worn body...~Around my tomb weep the folk of Contessa,~I
88 Honour|         of the Albanian soil.~He went to Palermo, to the Albanian
89       | Which
90 Honour|        bird he stretched his two wings~In Palermo and Contessa,
91 Honour|    girded him with manners, with wisdom,~In the heat it refreshed
92 Honour|        vine-stock readorning its withered branches,~And now a priest,
93 Earth |         golden trove,~Those vile wooden boards enclosed my worn
94 Earth |        wooden boards enclosed my worn body...~Around my tomb weep
95 Honour|         he exhausted himself~And wove, embellished and wrote this
96 Honour|         the Albanians in all his writings.~ ~Like a silkworm he exhausted
97 Honour|        And wove, embellished and wrote this treasure~To enrich
98       | you