DO THE HEROES SLEEP PEACEFULLY?
In the cradle of glory,
They remain sleepless.
The springs they sowed
With their sunlit blood have not come as they should.
The rivers of their blood
Did not bring as many bright mornings.
The streets bearing their names
Remain untraveled.
Schools with empty yards,
The heroes’ statues covered in moss.
The lullaby continues,
A mother sings, “Blessed be the breast that nursed you.”
They do not sleep at all,
The dream of freedom wakes them from slumber…
Translated into English from Albanian by Prof. Ukë Buçpapa
