“Homeland” by Fatos Arapi (1930–2018), Albanian poet
Homeland is hurt, is hurt,
Like April with a saddened soul,
Homeland is the cross, the cross,
You hold it – and it holds you whole.
Homeland is the promised place,
You tread through it like a God,
Homeland has no words, with eyes so sad,
Love withers in love, isn’t it mad?
Homeland is hungry bread,
It flees and leaves you beat,
It’s a dream, a nightmare, a weary hope,
Where you get lost but find yourself complete.
Homeland is an open grave, a grave,
A new life is born with trust,
A single tear shows how fates are torn,
A single tear shows how liberty is born.
Your homeland is that small place, small place,
The divine, eternal one, full of grace.
Translated by Armend Bekaj