Death impresses no one here

(Vdekja këtu nuk trondit kërkënd)

The tunnel caved in
And a prisoner was killed.
(but the chains he was wearing have not yet been killed)

And so, the chain gang returned to camp
With one man less,
With one corpse more,
Undelivered to its family for burial.

(You are neither among the living
Nor among the dead.
You have no life,
Not even a grave!)

The jacket worn by the dead prisoner
Is held in the hands of one of his friends.
Throw it at the feet
Of the officer at the gate,
In charge of the watchmen,
And say: "Count it, are we all here?"

Take the jacket
And shield Albania's trembling shoulders.

(9 March 1983)