I COULDN’T WAIT FOR YOU, MY SON!

Three floors built the pyramid of the tomb,
three floors in sapphire marble.
Marble was chosen only for the flint flowers.
It blinds your eyes with colors even in the dark night.

Mother’s eyes welled up from the hospital door,
Filled with great pain, waited for him for many days,
To embrace her nephews who brought light into her life,
Their laughter would wipe away the tears of longing.

A little loose earth and a beautiful rose,
I would want above the grave, – Mother said,
-Ones of my house, you sow above my grave,
Ugh, how you have aggravated me with all this burden!

The two nephews, like doves, would pour some water,
My soul will hear them and speak to them sweetly,
In the rose petals, they will see that I am not lost,
Beautiful memories will burn in their hearts.

I know, my son, you did it for me and our family’s honor,
But I no longer need anything in this world anymore,
My soul flies on the wind, leaving my body behind,
Where it has fled and dissolved into the ground.

It would be better if you had brought my grandchildren.
They would extend my days, and I would leave satisfied.
But you got lost far away, on holiday, in your job,
And I couldn’t wait to see you, my son; I was so old.
Kujtim Hajdari