Une jam vertikal
Por mund te isha dhe horizontal.
Nuk jam peme me rrenjet ne dhe
duke thithur minerale dhe dashuri nene
e keshtu cdo Mars te lulezoja gjethe.
Nuk jam as bukuria e nje saksie lulesh
qe terheq ahe nga pas dhe mahnitshem lyer.
Paditur se shpejti do cpetalem.
Krahasuar me mua nje peme eshte e pavdekshme
dhe nje gonxhe-luleje jo e gjate, por me shume tronditese
dhe une e dua gjatesine e njeres dhe guximin e tjetres...
Sonte ne pafundesine e drites se yjeve
pemet dhe lulet kane mbjelle aromat e tyre te fresketa,
eci permes tyre, por asnjera nuk me sheh.
Nganjehere mendoj se kur une fle
duhet t'u ngjaj shume atyre-
mendimeve te shuara.
Eshte me i natyrshem per mua te shtriret.
Pastaj qielli dhe une bisedojme hapur
dhe do u duhem kur te shtrihem per te fundit here:
pemet mund te me prekin per nje cast...dhe lulet do kene kohe per mua.
(pershtati nga origjinali: Artan Gj. Hasani)
I Am Vertical
But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.
Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them--
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
The the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.
