Fjala ehh… fjala
E lehte si era fjala, e rrende si guri
Thyen dhemballe, dorezohet burri.
Fjala te hidheron, e te djeg ne buze
Te mpin gjuhen, te godet si shpulle!
Fjala kur te gezon, jeta behet enderr,
Kur te thyen zemren, te ben gjemen.
Fjala e mire, e ka peshen si te floririt,
Te zbukurohen faqet, e te qeshet syri!
Kur mbron te drejten, te con mbi re,
Fjala e rrende, te mbulon nen dhe!
Ti fjalen e harron, kur s’ te ngacmon
Kujtohet perhere, fjala qe ka vlere!
Me gjej dike, qe di si peshon fjalen
Do e quaj gjeni, do e puth ne balle!
Fjala eshte si personi, ta vleresoni
Me fjalen e mire jeten e zbukuroni!
© ELKO N. Qeparoi
21 Qershor, 2019,
Spile – Himare.
The word ehh… the word
The word is light as the wind, heavy as a stone
Breaks teeth, the man surrenders.
The word makes you bitter, and burns your lips
Numbs your tongue, hits you like a slap!
When the word makes you happy, life becomes a dream,
When it breaks your heart, it makes you cry.
The good word, has the weight of gold,
It adorns your cheeks, and your eyes smile!
When it defends the right, it takes you to the clouds,
The heavy word, covers you under the ground!
You forget the word, when it doesn’t tease you
Always remember, the word that has value!
I’ll find a man, who knows and weighs the word
I’ll call him a genius, I’ll kiss him on the forehead!
The word is like the person, value him
With the good word, you beautify your life!
© ELKO N. Qeparoi
June 21, 2019,
Spile – Himare.
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