Divine creation
The most beautiful creature born from the human
is the smile
the form of goodness – travellers with dreams weight
to endless trails.
We are mouth-word, honey-mouth
breast’s milk
dropping from the sky
towards eternity of happiness’s power
There are several types of smiles, a few:
The sunny ones – where the sun never sets,
the sweet ones - word beads derived from the soul,
the playful ones - until seduction of secrets
and finally there are
the bewailing ones
the smiles for life
those who laugh even with tears
beautifully carved
in the eyes of hope
the love-filled hearts;
are the most radiant smiles
that neither the storms could overcome them!
How the light is harvested
I read within his eyes
the coldness of the words he whispered
illogically, memorized,
with a guilty anger.
Happiness is followed by steps formed by smiles
it’s echo is so long
even as a whisper heart
breathed between dreams.
But for the theme of joy is always written in third person
because the laughter is given to others,
while for yourself ...
... For yourself is imposed peace
acquired from wisdom and calmness
and love:
for the knowledge that obeys to the years
for the words that obeys knowledge
for years that obey to silence
as the highest form of faith ...
Always, there are several ways to see the light,
the right one is to turned on
the candles of the soul
with a single breath
and to give them to the time
so it can preserve them as treasures of mankind;
for the generations that will come
until they will know the real war:
The human war with himself
finding goodness,
even where from the traces of the steps
the peace has remained deserted...
The life arising from the land
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
of manpower.
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 beauty
can fade
before my eyes ...
But, if a blade of grass catches fire
is because
nature knows, how to take away from darkness
the eyes which are drunken with ugliness!
© Irsa Ruçi (Translated by Stela Xega)
The most beautiful creature born from the human
is the smile
the form of goodness – travellers with dreams weight
to endless trails.
We are mouth-word, honey-mouth
breast’s milk
dropping from the sky
towards eternity of happiness’s power
There are several types of smiles, a few:
The sunny ones – where the sun never sets,
the sweet ones - word beads derived from the soul,
the playful ones - until seduction of secrets
and finally there are
the bewailing ones
the smiles for life
those who laugh even with tears
beautifully carved
in the eyes of hope
the love-filled hearts;
are the most radiant smiles
that neither the storms could overcome them!
How the light is harvested
I read within his eyes
the coldness of the words he whispered
illogically, memorized,
with a guilty anger.
Happiness is followed by steps formed by smiles
it’s echo is so long
even as a whisper heart
breathed between dreams.
But for the theme of joy is always written in third person
because the laughter is given to others,
while for yourself ...
... For yourself is imposed peace
acquired from wisdom and calmness
and love:
for the knowledge that obeys to the years
for the words that obeys knowledge
for years that obey to silence
as the highest form of faith ...
Always, there are several ways to see the light,
the right one is to turned on
the candles of the soul
with a single breath
and to give them to the time
so it can preserve them as treasures of mankind;
for the generations that will come
until they will know the real war:
The human war with himself
finding goodness,
even where from the traces of the steps
the peace has remained deserted...
The life arising from the land
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
of manpower.
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 beauty
can fade
before my eyes ...
But, if a blade of grass catches fire
is because
nature knows, how to take away from darkness
the eyes which are drunken with ugliness!
© Irsa Ruçi (Translated by Stela Xega)