The scorching verses of Ibrahim Rugova in 1960

This is a rare poem by the master of speech and silence, historic president Ibrahim Rugova.

He has been among the best literary critics in Kosovo, having been educated in Paris by the famous Roland Barthes, writes Periscopi.

Read it:

1.
With a series of my soul, the spring came.
I always wanted to live ours.
I feel like I'm going to mourn forever.
When I'm getting in bigger in the fall.

2.
Ah, yellow season, faded season
Did He curse you on the meanest?
So that we can get together so excited,
Are we miserable in a creature?

3.
If you dream of growing up,
And that life before she talks to him.
I know. You're going to get your hands full.
And wherever you wander, I'll kill you.

4.
Does the great God know how to judge?
So that rain can rot on the road.
Or is every soul burdened with the burden of death?
A lonely monk silence fire?

5.
full of the truth in their hearts,
My brother, you went to the wind.
On the new face a black veil
Tynxuer and t'fufuti always.

6.
O who shall I pray unto thee this hard hour,
To whom do I ask for the shade of our age?
No fear. There'll be a good sun
My painting, the living helmet of power.

7.
I want to leave the mountain field-
I see life as a fist.
No, I don't wanna go. I want like a devil spirit
Get up together.

8.
It makes for my own verses to explode,
They call me a total mess.
Early on, they killed the eyes of the crooked.
That I speak the truth.

9.
But one day you know that the poet's heart,
A year's long ago
And when you feel the wave around yourself
Cry and laugh never relax.