A Legend
A legend,
A word which never withers,
Is a light pursued by darkness
In the accursed canyons
Which proclaims judgment on its own wisdom.
A legend - it is my people
Seared like a stone burst into flame
And yet green like the buds of first blossoms,
Fled like the ray which slipped into the abyss,
Come like the last soldier with victory on his flag,
Bound in a root enshrouded by earth
Where fear grows mouldy in the marrow of crags,
Dreaming of snowdrifts.
A legend,
A smoky fortress,
Amidst the storms of time,
The meadows of hope,
Advancing through my verse.
by Din Mehmeti
[Njė legjendė, from the volume Klithmė ėshtė emri im, Tirana 2002, p. 141. Translated from the Albanian by Robert Elsie]
A legend,
A word which never withers,
Is a light pursued by darkness
In the accursed canyons
Which proclaims judgment on its own wisdom.
A legend - it is my people
Seared like a stone burst into flame
And yet green like the buds of first blossoms,
Fled like the ray which slipped into the abyss,
Come like the last soldier with victory on his flag,
Bound in a root enshrouded by earth
Where fear grows mouldy in the marrow of crags,
Dreaming of snowdrifts.
A legend,
A smoky fortress,
Amidst the storms of time,
The meadows of hope,
Advancing through my verse.
by Din Mehmeti
[Njė legjendė, from the volume Klithmė ėshtė emri im, Tirana 2002, p. 141. Translated from the Albanian by Robert Elsie]