More beautiful than the Mona LisaMore precious than hieroglyphsBrighter than ParisMy Prishtina...

Tolstoy’s memoriesOdysseus’s longing for Ithaca ...Majnun’s pain for LaylaCannot fill the void,like for no one else, for my Prishtina..

Ah, the water of Lake DuliThe sunbeams of KashmirDo not quench my thirst, do not warm my soul..for my Prishtina..

I will become an albatross,If no planes take off tomorrowfrom the port at the end of the globe,I will take Daedalus’s wings,and throw myself into flight,

I will go all the way to Prishtina..Just to quench this longing of mine..

Ah,longingthis fuel that erupted from the core of my hearta jet flight to the homeland ...landing straight at the tableMy Prishtina ...without a river