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| Alex Stavre Drenova - Asdreni as an Albanian poet finds his place among the most popular Albanian poets. He was born in the village of Drenova near Kor�a in 1872, and died in 1947. Asdreni finished the elementary school in his native village Drenova, and continued the high school in Kor�a. At age of 13, Asdreni was left alone after his father died. He was forced to leave Albania and join his two brothers in Bucharest in 1885, where he continued his education. The young Asdreni was working hard as a coal boy, and going to high school. Working hard as a coal boy, Asdreni managed to get education from political sciences in University of Bucharest. The knowledge gained in the university of Bucharest and the thrust for Albanian national identity joined the Albanian national movement. In 1906, Asdreni was chosen as a president of Albanian society �Dija� in Bucharest. Asdreni also worked as a teacher, and professor. |
| Alex Stavre Drenova - Asdreni |
| He always wanted to work for the government of Albania. Asdreni assisted the Albanian consulate in Bucharest in 1922. Asdrnei returned to Albania many times where he was assisting the professors and ministry of education. In old ages, Asdreni applied for a pension from the government of Albania which pension he never saw. |
| In early age, the thrust for national movement Asdreni wrote many poms dedicated to mother land Albania. His first collection of ninety-nine poms, Reze Dielli� ( The sun�s raze) dedicated to Albanian hero �Skenderbeu,� was published in 1904. The love and homesickness, Asdreni expressed it in the second collection of poms � �ndra dhe lot� ( Dreams and Tears), which was published in 1912 in Bucharest. This collection was dedicated to the English traveler Edith Durham. In 1930, Asdreni published his third book, � Psalme Murgu� ( Psalms of a Monk), which is considered one of the best volume that was published in the 20th century. Asdreni as a writer and national patriot finds his place in the heart of Albanian literature. So, enjoy some poms from Asdreni. |
| Himni i Flamurit Rreth flamurit te perbashkuar, me nje deshire e nje qellim, te gjithe atij duk'iu betuar te lidhim besen per shpetim Prej lufte vec ai largohet qe eshte lindur tradhetor, kush eshte burre, nuk frikohet, po vdes, po vdes si nje deshmor! Ne dore armet do t'i mbajme, te mbrojme atdheun ne cdo kend, te drejtat tona ne si ndajme, ketu armiqet s'kane vend. Se zoti vet e tha me goje qe kombe shuhen permbi dhe po Shqiperia do te rroje, per te, per te, luftojme ne! O flamur, flamur, shenj' e shtrenjt? tek ti betohemi ketu, per Shqiperin, atdheun e shtrenjte, per nder'edhe lavdimn e t |
| Sa te dua Shqiperi Sa te dua, o Shqiperi, sa me mall ndiej e sa deshire, per ty gaz e dashuri mu ne zemer me ka mbire! Se per mua, o Atdhe, je nje lule aq e vyer, sa nuk gjendet permbi dhe shpirtin tim per te ushqyer! |
| I dashur Atdhe Me vite jam larguar, i dashur Atdhe, por nuk te kam harruar, se shume i embel je. Kjo zemra me kendon per ty, o Shqiperi, por prape me lengon, se je ne varferi. Te fala te dergoj, kendej ku jam Atdhe, gjithnje po te kujtoj, se birin tend me ke |
| Dua Mbi bar dua te prehem, te kendoj, te defrehem, te shoh rreth bagetine, kur hane dhe pine: te shoh fushat e blerta, bimet kur i fryen era, njerzit kur punojne dhe cupat kur kendojne! Ah, dua dhe lulet, kur i shfaqin pekulet, dhe fluturat qe vene, mbi to dua te jene; bilbili t'ia thote nen diellin e ngrohte. Dua dhe Shqiperine, se atje kam shtepine, kur rrija neper ferrat edhe lozja me sheqerrat; per kete kam deshire dhe s'dua me mire, atje dua te shkoj, sa te jem e te rroj! |
| VLOR�S Ti je balli me florinj, ti je lulja e Shqip�ris� dhe trumbeta e liris�. Pleq q� ngjalle dhe t� rinj, t�r� kombi t� sjell nder, me lavd emrin ta ka shkruar se ti trime vet' me duar fij't e flamurit ke tjerr! Je kurora me shk�lqim gur�shtrenjt', margaritar�, q� do mjesht�r magjistar� t'i radhuan me q�llim. Zjarr l�shojn�, q� verbon, si yj rrotull t� sh�ndrisin, rreze njyrash, llamburisin, p�r sy b�r� q� lakmon!... ... Rrotull fqinj�t sa fuqi, sa m�nyra nuk p�rdorin, me pahir q� t� na korrin �do send, Vlor�, mban n� gji! Mund e bij ke pas' armiq, me syt' kat�r gjith' pas arit, jasht' zakonit t� shqiptarit, q� s'shet bes�n p�r ca fiq. Por ti, Vlor�, mos u dro! Mbaj mburoj�n me q�ndres�, se kush vetes i z� bes�, e mat grushtin me k�do. Se dhe Deti mik kur fle, n'�ndrrat kryen nj� d�shir� mbret t� jet' e zot i lir� ve� p�r tok�n q'i dha be. |
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