Nezim Has Made It Merry Poem by Nezim Frakulla

Who bade the divan speak Albanian?
Nezim has made it known.
Who bade clarity speak in Albanian?
Nezim has made it human.

This language was in ruins,
Veiled in grief and shame.
Full well this book now proves it,
Nezim has made it merry.

A man upon this planet
Will never love possess
If he does not perceive this,
Nezim has made it marvel.

For a man in tears and anguish
From the pain of love, oh friend,
By God now, with this verse
Nezim has made it sultan.

The grace of God is present
In the ecstasy of beauty,
And the troubling task of love songs,
Nezim has made it easy.

But do not say, companion,
That the lover speaks this tongue,
Look, the pathway once untrodden,
Nezim has made it open.

If a man is wise and cultured,
And takes and reads my poem,
This divan of pearls and jewels,
Nezim's made it his friend.