The Symphonic Poem, 1958
See, maybe even she is as lost as I
in the endless desert of loneliness.
She stays, sighs and talks in the language of silence…
A boat started off from the harbor
at the moment when the sea was full of waves.
Storm! Storm!
In that boat a heart was sailing, a heart…
Storm… The boat cracks and tilts…
The boat, the wave…
O’… oh, … the heart on the boat
The storm…
The wave upon the boat and upon the heart
oh… the heart sank
oh… upon the sea, a wish…
ahh… the waves engulfed it...
Translation: Trandofilishta (February, 2026)
The poem in Albanian: Poema simfonike (1958)