If a blade of grass catches fire
I can bask in that fire
that the nature beholds in her heart.
although I never get enough
of searching light for myself
on this ground that grows me without saying any word,
on this ground that steps with shame
and selfish repentance
Even though I blush while I cut the flowers
and with them I create the vibrant smile of happiness;
I fill my spirit with the scent of life
because I cannot leave it in poverty,
but I can easily forget how the beautycan fade
before my eyes …
But, if a blade of grass catches fire
nature knows, how to take away from darkness
the eyes which are drunken with ugliness!
© Irsa Ruçi (Translated by Stela Xega)
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