Malli I Zemrës
Sa veshtir qenka nket jet
Ne pleqni veq vet me mbet
Tu pas qik e tu pas djal
Mos me mujt me i ndrru dy fjal.
Mbesa e nipa shum jan ba
Jam merzit nana me i pa
Ver e dimen jam tu prit
Me i pa nana sa jan rrit.
Eh more bir po shum kena vujt
Edhe naten ngjum nana tkom rujt
Tknojsha turojsha me ma tmirat emra
Kur ty tkajke syni mu mkajke zemra
Sa ishit tvogel ju mledhsha te sofra
Tlumtun pa gajle vllazen e motra
U lutsha nvete thojsha o Zot
Kur ti martoj kan me mush shpijen plot
E kur u martun tjetra na gjet
Fmit u shperndan e met shpija shkret
Po i pres qikat e po e pres djalin
Tu ja kshyr teshat pe heki mallin
Zemra mrreh kur bjen telefoni
Ah lumja un mos po vjen najnjoni
Rond pa evlad koka me tzon pleqnia
Sikur pa prind me u rrit fmia.
Sa gzim kam o bir
Kur e di qe jeni mir
Sa mall zemra ka
Jam qorru o bir me tpa
The Commodity Of The HeartHow hard in this life
Alone in old age to be
Despite having boys and girls
And yet exchange no words
Lots of grandchildren
That Mamma is craving to see
Awaiting season in and season out
To see how they’ve grown
Ah my son hardships we faced
Mamma cared for you while you’re asleep
Sang for you and praised you with best of names
When your tear rolled my heart wept
When small, I’d gather you around the table
Brothers and sisters happy and worriless
I’d pray in silence and say “Oh God
when they marry the home will be full”
And when they did, alas
Children scattered and home deserted
Waiting for the girls waiting for the boy
Smelling their clothes to shake off longing for them
Heart in frenzy when phone rings
Ah, so hopeful any of them will come
How hard to face ageing without children
As when a child is born without mom and dad
How happy I am son
When I know you’re well
My heart is craving
How I miss you my son
