TYRAN PRIZREN SPAHIU

TYRAN PRIZREN SPAHIU

Shadow

Summer heat released fresh air

flowed first shadows of the rain

warmth came into my chest

do not know

feelings are, or the invited love?

As the spider landed in my nest

shoot the volcano of goodness

rays of beautiful life

granted me without asking my past.

You traveled through my blood vessels

purifying the paths of sin

repelled my malice ego

planting the sincere nature.

Sobered I asked repentance

promising loyalty

I hugged your beauty

modesty, the simplicity I enslaved.

Deriding my arrogance

directing me towards calm waters

I learned from your patience

now

I am the slave of sincerity

a bondman who does not jealous

tool that will enter into the fire

water that will flood the evil

insatiably will travel

to the end of the road-life

do promise

with love, loyalty, I will feed you ...

 

Mediators Between GOD And The WORLD

... The existence of spiritual beings, civilizations admit ..

Midnight, under the lights of stars,

mosaic of colors, warns,

apocalypse expected end of life,

time when existence, gets the last shape.

Jibrail / Jibril, Gabriel, religions accept,

Archangel, implementer of the Declaration,

communicates with prophets, announces,

brings good news, to the kingdom on earth.

At that place, marks the Holy Books,

many angles have warned human race,

present is the Angel Mikhail, he will reward,

people who are built with sincerity.

Azrael, Azraaiyl known as the angel of death.

responsible, separates soul from the body.

It is close, nearby, waiting,

impartial, at the right time to act,

when? Secret is that we do not know!

Israfil-Raphael, will blow the trumpet at the end of time,

tearing down the Apocalypse, for all creatures,

we will be lined up , expect shocked,

end of humanity, death to the whole Mankind,

is out of the time, awaits us resurrection.

Stated very well, there are three spaces,

purgatory universe, between hell and paradise,

the place, where the account will be given,

shares the good and the mean,

the eternal cosmos is to be divided to honesty and evilness.

 

Poetry

'Says, again I'

hugged the letter, merged on the horizons,

lonely, wounded, wandering the streets,

I met maestro, being stately

said take me, I’d like to feel heights.

Looked at me, like the knowledge lights,

magic wand shook my body,

as a boy by the hand directed me,

to the path of poets' and goodness.

Swinging, due to fear of beauties,

stopped, wanting calmness,

come and enjoy the voice of greatness,

rude feelings surrendered silence.

Children’s primer lead the books,

lured with the friendship of the verses,

voiceless in this idyll paradise,

came out of idle of bitterness.

In time passed the narrow alleys,

years, decades, invariably greeted us,

were there, *Qerbelaja, *The Poem of Misery, *The River Side

all were gathered near the water of eternity.

*Famous poems of Albanian Poets

 

TYRAN PRIZREN SPAHIU