-“for the friend of all Albanians..I.M.”-Since the day you left me, since I last saw you,Why did you put out my light, I’ve gone mad, it's true.What can I say of the years, that we spent together,The tongue never slumbers, it clatters like a wooden bell.You would come and go, through embassies everywhere,Making marriage alliances, as the “father” asked you there...You got in wherever you wanted, you didn't cry, but smiled,You put on the dresses, like a queen in style...Pockets full, my dear, with both a name and fame,You started getting fat, and everyone saw the game...You reached your hand out too far, and someone caught you out,With words and with noise, the stick beat you about...What fault is it of mine, poor me, that you never had enough,That it became your habit, since that year and time so rough?Why, oh Meta, didn't you hold your hand back a bit,Why did you only see the wallet, and not the crown that came with it?I gladly gave you the bridal dress,Under a compromise, under a moonlit night's caress...This love, with money, with freedom and with lands,That cracked like a rifle, and its echo reached far off sands...This is what women do, in these modern times,Why, you poor thing, did you then kick over the pot?Didn't we milk the people-cow together, you and I,Tell me, didn't we come out with a fat profit by and by?Why did you spill the bucket, why my deaaaaar,And ruin my reputation, in interviews and speeches here?I took you with honor, brought you to the door with a band,I slaughtered the lamb for you, where did I ruin the plan?Didn't I give you money by the bucket and the sack?-Sali, slow down, don't make me answer back...I took them, my dear, because I am a smart wife,Even though I'm fat, I don't stand still in life...In this world of ours, highly respected Sali,No one says a thing, about the husbands changed so freely...In the evening we don't watch how the debate went,But we sit and count, each of us, the profit we made?You, you gentle man, play a game with your head,You became a total killer, and only for your own pocket instead...You started and killed people in the mines, in Gërdec,You completely lost your mind, and somewhere the saw gets stuck...I don't run after Edi, but I chase after the cash,When my day comes, I slip back into bed in a flash...I have my ass uncovered, Sali efendi,Whoever has asked for it, I don't know how to say I disagree!Today I was with you, tomorrow I'll be with another,Whoring doesn't need eyes, for it's an old trade, brother...Politics is a whore, Pilo's grandmother used to say,So I never betray it, it can't be done any other way...I get fucked by you, I get fucked by Edi,I wink at one, and go take the other's place already...A few years later, I will come back to you again,Like the sheep that goes, into the shade in the summer heat's domain...If you still don't want to, find someone else for your love,Whether you dressed or undressed, not everyone knows thereof...I have gone whole years, never wearing any panties,This is how I was made and shaped, I left them in the ditches...I left my panties somewhere, somewhere else I left my maidenhood,But look, I have the checks, look, I have the glory for good...When you were selling the sea, and the dry gunpowder by the kilo,Didn't you see the poor thing, the pig with all its bells on show?You slept with kings, with presidents, with wedding guests,I stayed with a fox, and asked for a crown in my quests...And as you can see, oh soul, the time of the kingdom,With Christ's blessing, is still giving me the breast...-Ahh! You little fox, you did me good, you did,You loaded the shotgun well, and you have my blessing for it...You wounded me heavily, you stepped on me to rise,Then you drove your own road, like a glutton in disguise...-It is not my fault, my Sali, my lord and efendi,Politics is a duel, and you know this perfectly...-Hold on, my dear, hold on, let me say a word or two:Have you given your feelings, to that ungrateful Edvin too?Tell me please, have you slept with Eduard,May I go into the ground, have you gotten pregnant, caught off guard?-About this, enlightened one, we will speak in four years' time,You stay prepared, like the rain behind autumn's prime...I never understood you, Sali, my dear, never,I was built to be a bridge between you forever...I cross the river from one bank, to the other bank,I find a place and cross, a path for my chair's rank...I am a customs house, where every good passes through,I go wherever the side falls, I always come out winning too...-Ahh!.. you hardened whore, where did your pleading go,I would have gouged your eyes out, I would have chopped off your head, you know...-Now, oh Sali, sit, and sing to the moon with a çifteli,Your childish little bird, has left her feathers in your hand to see...**The birds also hear the conversation, but so do the stars,The crickets were singing, and the forests echoed afar...The rivers swelled with water and full of hate,Patience ran out and turned into a rainy fate:“You woke up late, oh people, from your long sleep,You have entered a vortex, with storms and uproar deep...For a full four more years Edi, but also Meta,Will shake an earthquake, in your old lands and strata...They will fill their pockets, and you will be in rags,They will comb the grapes, and you will be covered in mud...When the time comes, they will accept the marriage alliance again,Because all these scoundrels, ate up your wealth and grain...When you wake from your sleep, You, will be left in your underwear,Sit and shake your junk, in the street and on the mattress bare...As if you've turned to bran, go out and look for a bride,Grab yourself by the nose, and run through the wells outside...To look at your face, to wash it, because the whore politics,Gave you dry bread to eat, took your wealth as a dowry's tricks...My grandmother's word, will then come into play:“To the whore politics, by force we must give the stick today...Because if she takes a chair... she won't leave without a fray....
PILO ZYBA
