The song of the emigrant

Sami Mulaj

THE SONG OF THE EMIGRANT

 

I have two homes,

One abroad,

One in Albania,

Yet I am homeless.

 

Dreams whisk me away,

To Albania alone.

Sleep escapes me here,

My body here dwells,

But my heart there thrives.

 

Here I toil,

There I dream,

Here I weep,

There I rejoice.

 

Life split in twain,

Half in worry,

Half in uncertainty.

Two homes I hold,

But for Albania,

A yearning so deep,

Love beyond compare...

 

  • Author: Sami Mulaj (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 12th, 2026 22:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Doggerel Dave

    Well expressed. I can understand this, because to a much lesser degree (I'm British/ Australian) I pine for both countries when I am in the other.

  • sorenbarrett

    I hear you Sami I too have two homes one in Brazil and another in the US when one is in one, then one thinks of the other. And so it must be between a man and two lovers. A great write



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