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    Poezi nga Migjeni

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    Day by day the gods decline,
    Their images slipping over
    The years and centuries,
    And now, no one knows who is god and who is man.
    In the brain of mankind god is crouched,
    Fingertips pressed to his temples
    In sign of remorse
    And in his bitter regret cries out:
    What, oh what have I created?
    Man does not know
    Whether god is his creation
    Or he a creation of god,
    But he sees that it is folly
    To meditate upon an idol
    That answers not.
    And now, no one knows who is god and who is man.
    A time has come
    When men understand one another well enough
    To build the Tower of Babel-
    And at the top of the Tower, to the highest throne
    Man will mount
    And thence cry out:
    God! Where are you?

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    The sons of the new age


    We, the sons of the new age,
    Leaving the old to its 'holiness' ,
    Have clenched our fists to fight In new battles
    And to triumph. ..
    We, the sons of the new age,
    Scions of a soil drenched in tears
    Where the sweat of our brows has been shed in vain,
    For our land was the prey of foreigners
    Whose fury had to be paid for dearly. ..
    We, the sons of the new age,
    Brothers born and raised in misery ,
    When our ultimate and joyful hour
    Rang out
    We learned to say:
    We will not be lost
    In the bloody game of human history .
    No! no! We will not be forever lost.
    We shall have victory!
    Victory of conscience and of free thought!
    Nor will we,
    For the sake of degenerates
    Of the past in search of 'sanctity'
    Wallow again into the mire of misery
    And return once more to our sad lament,
    Our monotonous lifeless lament of bondage,
    And be but an irritation in the human brain.
    We, the sons of the new age,
    With our all-consuming ardour,
    Will take up new battles
    And sacrifice ourselves for victory .

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    Fragment


    On the mercy of the merciless
    The little beggar survived.
    His life ran its course
    In dirty streets, In dark comers,
    On cold doorsteps,
    Among hypocritical faiths.
    But one day, when the world's pity dried up
    He felt in his breast the stab
    Of a new pain -the hatred
    Fired by want
    In the hearts of the poor.
    And -yesterday's little beggar,
    Today became something else.
    Like an avenger of old.
    He conceived an imprecation
    To pronounce on the world. ..
    His throat strained
    To bring out the word
    Which his rage had stifled
    And which died on his lips. ..
    But speechless he sat there,
    At the comer of the street,
    The wheels of passing cars
    Quickly ran over
    And. ..silenced him.

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    New spirit


    Eagle with a broken wing! Oh, wounded soul!
    Groaning with the undiluted pain of your tormented breast!
    Oh, suffering soul, sacrificed on a new altar,
    Cry of the poor, of a brother in agony.


    Eagle with a broken wing! Oh, soul in anguish!
    Stand up! Stand proud like a noble lord,
    The golden sun on your brow, the azure sky in your eye.
    Resist! Cry out your misery -you still have the strength.


    Oh, poor tender dove! Harbinger of the new ideal,
    Pull the arrow from the wound and fly again
    Above the storms of life, whispering kindly words of comfort,
    Heal the wounds of those in want and give them hope in life.


    But silence, the stricken soul is silent in affliction,
    Grieving in self-pity ..., oh, what bitterness!
    It looks at a suffering world, looks at its wounds
    And sheds a sparkling tear. ..alas, a star has died.

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