TARAS G. SHEV\u00c7ENKO
\n(1814 – 1861)<\/p>\n
Poeti i e piktori i madh akademik ukrahinas Taras Shev\u00e7enko nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00ebs e kaloi si ushtar i thjesht\u00eb n\u00eb repartet e ushtarake ruse, n\u00eb stepa e shkretira, i fyer dhe i munduar nga oficer\u00ebt e kapter\u00ebt rus\u00eb. Me urdh\u00ebr nga lart\u00eb iu hoq\u00ebn gradat oficerit dhe u ndalua t\u00eb shkruante e t\u00eb pikturonte. Por n\u00eb fsheht\u00ebsi ai krijoi poezi nga m\u00eb t\u00eb dhimb\u00ebshmet p\u00ebrmallimi p\u00ebr atdheun e dashur, Ukrain\u00ebn.<\/p>\n
Sh\u00ebnim: Taras Shev\u00e7enko n\u00eb disa krijime poetike, nuk rimon, por ritmi \u00ebsht\u00eb i
\npranish\u00ebm n\u00eb \u00e7do poezi.<\/p>\n
P\u00ebrktheu Agim Xh. D\u00ebshnica<\/strong><\/p>\n MENDIMET E MIA<\/p>\n Mendime, mendimet e mia, Lulet e mia, f\u00ebmijt\u00eb e mi, LART N\u00cb MAL KUJTOJ UKRAIN\u00cbN<\/p>\n Kur vjen e diela, ia mbaj pas shk\u00ebmbinjsh Zemra e tronditur, p\u00ebrp\u00eblitet N\u00eb liri n\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00ebn e huaj Stepat k\u00ebtu- t\u00eb kuqe e gjembore, Ndoshta prej fillimit t\u00eb jet\u00ebs O vendi i dashur, fati im, Fortesa Orska 1847<\/p>\n *Pran\u00eb lumi Ural n\u00eb stepat p\u00ebrtej Kaspikut, ndodhej PA LIRI<\/p>\n Mos n\u00ebm, mos i jep askujt Tej n\u00eb stepa do t\u00eb vete MIR\u00cb MBETSH, U hap\u00ebn velat… Mir\u00eb mbetsh, o Kos Aral i mjer\u00eb, Mir\u00eb mbetsh, o mik! TARAS G. SHEV\u00c7ENKO (1814 – 1861) Poeti i e piktori i madh akademik ukrahinas Taras Shev\u00e7enko nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00ebs e kaloi si ushtar i thjesht\u00eb n\u00eb repartet e ushtarake ruse, n\u00eb stepa e shkretira, i fyer dhe i munduar nga oficer\u00ebt e kapter\u00ebt rus\u00eb. Me urdh\u00ebr nga lart\u00eb iu hoq\u00ebn gradat oficerit dhe u …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":5914,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[42],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5913"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5913"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5913\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5914"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5913"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5913"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foltore.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5913"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nMjer\u00eb, me ju!
\n\u00c7\u2019u shtruat n\u00ebp\u00ebr let\u00ebr
\nMe radh\u00eb t\u00eb zymt\u00eb ashtu?
\nPse era s\u2019u shp\u00ebrndau,
\nSi pluhur n\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00eb?
\nPse, mjerimi s\u2019u shtroi t\u00eb flinit
\nSi f\u00ebmij t\u00eb mir\u00eb?
\nMos u lind\u00ebm nga mjerimi?
\nE lot\u00ebt i derdh\u00ebm \u00e7urk \u2026 Si s\u2019u mbyt\u00ebm?
\nSi s\u2019v\u00ebrshuam si det e nuk g\u00ebrryem fushat?
\nNjer\u00ebzit s \u2018pyet\u00ebn se \u00e7\u2019m\u00eb dhimbte n\u00eb gji,
\nE p\u00ebrse mallkoj fatin tim t\u00eb mbrapsht,
\nP\u00ebrse mundohem\u2026 \u201cS\u2019prish pun\u00eb, ec!\u201d
\nAs me t\u00eb qeshur nuk m\u00eb than\u00eb.<\/p>\n
\nPse ju kam ledhatuar
\ne pse ju kam mbrojtur?
\nA qan nj\u00eb zem\u00ebr n\u00eb bot\u00eb,
\nAshtu si\u00e7 kam qar\u00eb un\u00eb me ju?
\nA mund t\u00eb gjendet nj\u00eb vash\u00eb
\nZemra e saj e syt\u00eb e zi,
\nT\u00eb qajn\u00eb me ju mendime?
\nA lypet m\u00eb tep\u00ebr?
\nVet\u00ebm nj\u00eb lot t\u00eb binte\u2026.
\nMendime, mendimet e mia.
\nMjer\u00eb, me ju!<\/p>\n
\nN\u00eb fusha, si kusar n\u00eb fsheht\u00ebsir\u00eb,
\nP\u00ebrmes shkuresh zallit t\u00eb Uralit*
\nE dal te step\u00eb e gjer\u00eb dhe shfreh i lir\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n
\nSi peshku mbi uj\u00eb e s\u00ebmur\u00eb.
\nQesh n\u00eb heshtje e fluturon
\nSi p\u00ebllumb ashtu si dikur.<\/p>\n
\nP\u00ebrt\u00ebrihem, gjaku m\u00eb gufon,
\nNgjitem e ngjitem
\nMalit lart vrapoj,
\nT\u00eb shoh, tej n\u00eb mjegull Ukrain\u00ebn,
\nTmerr kur e kujtoj!<\/p>\n
\nT\u00eb kaltra e qiellore atje.
\nLivadhe t\u00eb endur me blerim,
\nLugina n\u00eb muzg n\u00eb per\u00ebndim.
\nK\u00ebtu- g\u00ebmusha, driza, r\u00ebr\u00eb e shkret\u00eb,
\nNj\u00eb kod\u00ebr-varr,
\nP\u00ebr t\u00eb shkuar\u00ebn flet.<\/p>\n
\nFrym\u00eb njeriu s\u2019ka pasur askund
\nE kjo shkreti fshihej nga bota.
\nGjithsesi mb\u00ebrrit\u00ebm k\u00ebtu
\nE ngrit\u00ebm fortesa – qyteza kudo,
\nPra edhe varre do t\u00eb ket\u00eb
\nE pun\u00ebt do t\u00eb ecin m\u00eb shpejt!<\/p>\n
\nKur do t\u00eb kthehem n\u00eb Ukrain\u00eb?
\nO Zot, medet, do t\u00eb kalbem,
\nLarg te kjo gremin\u00eb!<\/p>\n
\nFortesa Orska, ku poeti e piktori i madh ukrainas Taras
\nShev\u00e7enko ishte internuar p\u00ebr nj\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb, si ushtar
\ni thjesht\u00eb, me urdh\u00ebrin e Carit, i ndaluar rrept\u00ebsisht t\u00eb
\nshkruante apo t\u00eb pikturonte.<\/p>\n
\nAt\u00eb q\u00eb fati i jep plakut.
\nI d\u00ebbuar larg e n\u00eb vetmi
\nVitet ikin kot e pa liri.<\/p>\n
\nT\u00eb harroj \u00e7do trishtim m\u00eb vete.
\nPor oh! \u00e7\u2019 prap\u00ebsi e sa m\u00ebzitje!
\nKapter\u00ebt, t\u00eb ndalin n\u00eb \u00e7do shetitje.<\/p>\n
\nO KOS ARAL!<\/p>\n
\nTartana me sandallin
\nSi rr\u00ebshqit\u00ebn n\u00ebp\u00ebr uj\u00ebra,
\nMes kallamesh n\u00eb Sir Dar,
\nLundrojn\u00eb tashm\u00eb n\u00eb kalt\u00ebrsi.<\/p>\n
\nDy vjet trishtimin tim t\u00eb thell\u00eb,
\nSadopak, munde ta leht\u00ebsoje!
\nFaleminderit, krenohu, pra,
\nSe njer\u00ebzit, pasi t\u00eb gjet\u00ebn,
\nSe \u00e7\u2019duhej b\u00ebr\u00eb p\u00ebr ty, e dinin!<\/p>\n
\nJo, at\u00eb vend
\nAs e l\u00ebvdoj, as e mallkoj!
\nE ndoshta brenga,
\nDo t\u2019m\u00eb trazoj\u00eb s\u00ebrish.
\nAjo q\u00eb njoha te ajo tok\u00eb!
\nVe\u00e7 tashti prej saj jam larg.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"