Re: dashurite e vjetra
Fillimisht postuar nga eniad:
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And so the pretty flowers said, keeping thus loyal to the Lady dead.... /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif [/qb]
... What is more to be told, of the one whom dirt poured with cold, silent granting and long to last sleep, cherish the sun now lay too deep.
"The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd
Must fall the earliest prey;
Though by no hand untimely snatch'd,
The leaves must drop away:
And yet it were a greater grief
To watch it withering, leaf by leaf,
Than see it pluck'd to-day;
Since earthly eye but ill can bear
To trace the change to foul from fair." (Byron)
Unsaid have been so many words, that mind would never dare, to speak aloud for they would hurt, the heart too much to bear. But now you rest, long years have past, too far my horse would ride, on land of friend and foes alike who stop me never tried. But now by bones have come to ache, for time leaves none behind, yet deeper is the scar within, the war of heart and mind.
" I know not why
I could not die,
I had no earthly hope - but faith,
And that forbade a selfish death." (Byron)
Then..
Someone whispered, oh it was she, and old friend of times of Ode, we meet again as long past deeds, are now common for us to be told. You who remain forever young, this time those starlike eyes, they're truly yours, I know, but waste no time, today I will not follow.
"And I felt troubled - and would fain
I had not left my recent chain;
And when I did descend again,
The darkness of my dim abode
Fell on me as a heavy load;
It was as is a new-dug grave,
Closing o'er one we sought to save, -
And yet my glance, too much opprest,
Had almost need of such a rest." (Byron)
And the Lady kissed his fore, her friend had need of sleep, opened did the casttle gates, their last secret to keep. Go my friend and rest assured, noone will add you more scars, farewell to you, we will meet again, up there among the stars. And as he strode, slow and shaken, she held a cup of wine, part did the flowers upon the grave, to house it and sang the final song divine:
"Shpirti im qe sot y mbyll
Dhe gezimin m'a perzuri.
Neper mal e neper pyll
Zu debora prej qekuri.
Bjene floket nje-nga-nje
Mi katundin e shkretuar.
Dyke mardhur nene te
Dheri fjet e ri mbuluar
Flet nga-dal e shpirti im,
Dhe ne zi pikoj si fleta,
Pa me qit as pipelim
Tere fili, tere jeta.
Ne kaq heshtje-e qetesi
Ndjej vajtimthin e nje shpesi:
Psheretin me ze te ti
Jet' e trembur se mos vdesi...
(( Dimer - Lasgush Poradeci ))
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