They say deceptionis swallowed unchewedonly the first time…And the blame fallson the wicked deceiver.The second timeit gets stuck in your throatand chokes you.This time the blamefalls on you.Didn’t you have eyes in your head?!
THE SCENTS OF MY HOMELAND (Revised lyric)
The scents of the courtyard enter my soulfrom the ripened grapesthe grapes of late September.
The scents of the village center come to me all at onceFrom the walnut tree like a canopyand the honey flowers
And the scents descend, they come from up the foothillsFrom the mountain tea, from the cfakëand from the juniper…
How the scents race, coming from the mountainsideThey are the scents of grass,and the scents of the sheepfold…
The scents come rushing from the house tooThey bring me everythingfrom my childhood…
The scents of games come to me from Rripa tooThey come with the rush of life,and playful voices…
Scents often come to me, they come from the river tooLike fish scales,and pigeon feathers…
Scents gather around me from the people of my regionAnd they are of all kindslike meadow flowers…!
Look, the scents multiply, they come from underground tooThey come with the voices of bones,and powerful impressions…
And all the scents that every season brings meI keep in my soul;They are welcome to come…!
In a calm assembly Katali with Biseji,And something is said between themby Sheperi and Zheji…
The plateau of Çajup calls out to Torrishta:“We are the guards of the ‘cradle’by night and by day.”
The river speaks to the hill, the field speaks to the mountainIlia Dilo speaksto Prof. Filip Shabani.
It seems as if they are dancing a gurgling danceThe springs and the fountainsAll the healing waters…
With the voice of branches, of leaves among planes and oakssomehow entering the assemblyis the voice of the cypresses…
The Oak of Shëntodhër stands as an ancient oneIt casts its gaze far awayto the Hill of Sinor…
The poet Andon Zako has come down so many timeson purpose from Paradisescorched by longing.
From Zheji to Ndëran the hazel grove rustlesIt holds the drone for the song,that the woman of Zagori ignites…!
Koncka and Topova like that, knee to kneeKeep up their friendshipthis way and that…
“Gjurmëmushka” casts its eyes to the pass of ÇajupIt remembers Kiço Vlashiagainst the greedy Kapllan…
Hilë Dede made a friend of Ali TepelenaThe Vizier expressed his gratitudefor all time…
The school of the Monastery speaks with a loud voiceand the grinding mills,the bridges of the Vizier…
And the ancient churches do not remain silent.they fall into memories,saying something to themselves…
To the depths Bambull with a booming voicesends a messageto the Stream of Doshnicë:
“Will the treasures of all Zagori be ableThe voices and the scentsTo gather together one day?”
