In the sweet embrace of twilight’s hue,
A woman’s essence burns fervent in the air,
Her eyes akin to oracles, oh, how they glare,
Her neck, a graceful stem stretching far and true,
Curves of innocence sway in her chest, anew.
Like dewdrops glistening, cascading down her spine,
As snow upon the mountain, she bears her suffering line,
Petals of passion intertwine.
In ivory sheets, her body laid bare,
A sculpture divine,
In whispers transformed, every desire, every care,
A captivating essence, a gaze benign.
A sculpture divine,
In whispers transformed, every desire, every care,
A captivating essence, a gaze benign.
Admirers circle, drawn to her flame,
Envy in their gaze, a covetous claim,
Imbibing bitterness in nicotine’s name,
Though never the same.
What fate for that rare lad,
Rarely seen, a runaway from the sea,
Caught in the same snare,
Wedded to fortune, a bridegroom’s decree.
He didn’t care for her flaws,
Pure in her essence, unveiled and sure,
Nectar sweet upon crimson lips, allure.
Born within the fabric of destiny’s thread,
Enveloped in her spirit, her love widespread,
Within the heart, love’s tapestry spread,
As an heirloom, in her trust, she led.
(English translation by Ukë Zenel Buçpapaj)
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