The petroglyphs of “I”

21. 03. 2011 Rahovec, Kosovë

The morning dew
Sparkles as broken crystal
You approached to kiss it
Purified soul you are
My beloved Human

You endure the burn
While I blast
My petroglyphs
In the deepest layers
Of your quintessence and
In the abyss
Of its surface

The face of the “I” stands and
Immanent moonshine
Hardly a color as Neon
For your wide open eyes
Yet mildly absorbing
As soul does to another

Today I light the candle of the “I”
Fearless for loosing its shine
To burn your wick
To increase the light
So the darkness
Naively may ask

Who are you for God Sake?
Who are the fertile fireflies of Love?
While I swore on the potency of
The dark prince and
The harshness of the hell-fire

Our joint reply as smile
Shall bring the freshness of ambergris and
Cool all and bring joy
As to a mother after the birth
Of a newborn and
Invite all
We mean all visible
Semi visible and omni visible creatures
At the banquet with the Cornucopia,
At the solid diamond table

Piramida e durimit, Piramida strpljenja, The Pyramid of Patience

Kjo eshte poezi e shkruar nga Poeti Arif Bozaxhi kushtuar Fahredin Shehut

Ovo je pesma Pesnika Arif Bozaci posvecena Fahredin Sehu-u

This is the poem written by Arif Bozaci with dedication to Fahredin Shehu

Shkallëve të imagjinatës së një zogu

Me barin e vetmisë në gji

Ngjitem te yjet

Për ta shuar etjen e tyre



Një lule nga ballkoni i fqinjit i

Pëshpërit fluturës në veshë:

Nga Piramidat e durimit

Zgjoji xixëllonjat e buzëqeshjes

Të vallëzojnë me mëngjesin
e pavarësisë



Fahredin Shehu

Në rrudhat

E lokes

Lexon

Librin e lashtë për shiun




Piramida strpljenja



Na merdevinama pticje imaginacije,

Sa vlatom trave u nedrima,

Uzdizem se zvezdama,

Da ugasim njiovu zedj



Jedan cvet sa komsijskog balkona,

Na uhu leptira sapuce:

Od piramide strpljenja,

Probudi svitke osmeha!

Da igraju sa jutrom nezavisnoscu.



Fahredin Shehu,

U borama,

babae,

cita

iskonsku knjigu o kisi



The pyramid of patience



On the steps of the birds imagination,

with the grass-leaf in the chest,

I climb to the stars,

to obey their thirst



A flower from the neighbor’s balcony,

in the ear of the butterfly hushes:

from the pyramid of the patience,

Wake up the fireflies of smile!

to dance with the morning
of Independence.



Fahredin Shehu,

in the wrinkles,

of the grandma,

reads

the antique book of the rain

Mendime prej Nefriti

Mendime prej nefriti

Dëgjoj hapa të njomë,
në korridore të majta të kohës.
Pëshpëritja jote vulos,
Portat e historisë.
Koloni qeniesh të molisura,
të banuara në anën e majtë të zemrës.

Erëmojë mendimet notuese,
avullimin e esencave nga deti i vizioneve.
ti bën çapa të virgjëra gati turpshëm,
Derisa të hapet dera e cedrit,
me bagllame të arta;
e Balkisa, mbretëreshë e Jemenit nuk je,
e Solomon i fuqishmi mbret, nuk jam.

Shoh fytyrën e lagur dhe,
petkat nga lot të lagura.
Habia jote nuk pran.
Portat e zemrës sime moti janë hapur;
vetëm eja e do të shohësh,
se si aty zhytet në Dashuri

© Fahredin Shehu (Albania)

Unë dhe Firdusi

Fahredin Shehu
05. 03. 2011, Meshhed, Iran

Kaluan plot njëmijë e njëqind vite
njerëzore.
Erdha t’i thur vargjet,
në heshtjen që zgjati me vite drite

Firdusi më pret përmallshëm,
sikur do të flas edhe njëherë
ca fjalë të ëmbla goje;
mirëseardhje duke më dëshiruar

Ja se heshtjen e ndërprej,
ta them edhe njëherë,
lumturinë në prezencën
e mjeshtrit

Falënderimi tek më pikon si mëshira
nga qielli

Të grumbullohet në zemrën e tokës, dhe
ushqej shpirtrat tuaj;
vëllezër të largët,
poetë.

The mist of “I”

There are nine layers folding the “I”, and
The aerial textures harmoniously wrapped
The being immaculate virgin and innocent
The one that loves for eternity and a day more

Every word that kisses it
Feels the gentility of its skin
The transparent silk reveals
Its torso evoking sexual desires
The dormant desires

Yet the smile comes in the front of it, and
The voice infrasonic melody in the air
Foresees the further step of the prodigy
The birds in the sky show their happiness

I remain grateful

Grinding the tea

ls have been assembled
The hour was showing 25.00 after midnight
Seen by the left eye only
The hot chocolate is served with the ginger
The hard workers show their diligence

The feast is tomorrow
The day of the sleeping beauty
The holly one
The workers are hungry for change
They don’t want to abandon THE BAUTY as a whole
They therefore around the temple try
To reveal the mystery of the stone
That grinds the green element of their soul

In the mill of their will
To rejoice once again
Only for a moment

A walk

A walk

On the bay she walked before her shadow
Overcoming my smile touching its texture
Unfurling the muslin of my pleasure,
meticulously

She even walked in the front of my passion for death
Till I faint for a day and eternity more
To read the last truth in the last pages of any newspaper
Where the memoirs of beloved are manifested as grief
For the premature death of the progeny,
The “I”
Composed by myriads of souls, and
Bones and flesh dust and the sparks of light

Alas, she runs off
We run off
I run off the will for hatred

Now and just that
I love and I extinguish

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