I awaited the nights, standing,
With flaming eye, I searched
for the eye of darkness.

Back and forth, back and forth,
Left and right, left and right,
I was an abyss of oblivion
Filled only by you.
I awaited the nights, standing,
I told the minutes your name,
Told them again and again,
That they would know, would feel
What a broken heart is like,
What weeping is like,
The blind sorrow of separation,
And painful memory, what it all is like.

The rivers of time wanted to sleep,
I awaited the depths of night,
standing.

The dawn of their passing
Shone on my brow.

(Korça, 1988)