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- ލިޔުންތެރިއެއް (dv)
- Albania siyaasa nira ŋun nyɛ doo (dag)
- poeta albański (pl)
- albánský františkánský mnich, básník a překladatel (cs)
- Albaania kirjanik (et)
- Albanian writer (1871-1940) (en)
- Arnavut yazar (1871-1940) (tr)
- albana verkisto (eo)
- albanischer Franziskanerpater, Dichter und Übersetzer (de)
- dichter uit Albanië (1871-1940) (nl)
- نویسنده، شاعر، و سیاستمدار اهل آلبانی (fa)
- escriptor albanès (ca)
- escritor albanés (es)
- escritor albanés (gl)
- poeta, politico e traduttore albanese (it)
- албанський монах, поет і політик (uk)
- scriitor albanez (ro)
- scrivor xcip (lfn)
- scríbhneoir Albánach (ga)
- albán ferences szerzetes, pedagógus, költő, drámaíró (hu)
- écrivain albanais (fr)
- סופר אלבני (iw)
- كاتب ألباني (ar)
- আলবেনীয় লেখক (bn)
- 알바니아 작가 (ko)
- françeskan, poet, arsimtar dhe politikan shqiptar (1871–1940) (sq)
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- Lahuta e Malcís
Help me, as then you helped, Oh God
Five hundred years the Turk has trod
Upon our fair Albanian lands,
Our people slaves under his hands,
Leaving our world in woe, in blood;
No chest can breathe, no flower bud;
Here not even the sun moves free,
Here all is evil that we see
And we must suffer silently,
Pitied by mice scrabbling for wheat;
Pitied by snakes beneath our feet.
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These men whose God is gold alone
- I curse them for their hearts of stone -
Desire to take this wretched land,
Won by much Albanian blood, and
Make a jigsaw of its borders.
Why? Because Europe so orders...
Europe, you whore of the ages
Thus to stain your glorious pages;
This your culture: Albania starves
While faithless perjured Brussels carves
Her up to feed the whelps of Slavs.
Thus you pay them, who sacrificed
Themselves to save the lands of Christ.
Skanderbeg fought to save your world,
While you sat mute with banners furled. (en)
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