If I Die Young... Poem by Fatos Arapi

Fatos Arapi

Fatos Arapi

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If I Die Young...



Like the linden tree, words spread their fragrance through the twilight,
Deep in the words I have spoken,
As in the depths of the Ionian,
I see my face.

I feel no pity for myself,
I do not lament my fate.

And if I die young,
Do not close my eyes...
I wish no candles... just let me watch
The stars come out in the heavens above me.

If I die young.

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Translated from the Albanian by Robert Elsie
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