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Oliver Friggieri
Il-lejl f'dan l-istazzjon
Il-lejl f'dan l-istazzjon wasal ftit qabli,
xejn aktar ma nistenna. Telqet issa
qajl qajl il-ferrovija minn quddiemi.
Jien nilheg, hi titharrek bla ma tghaggel,
ghajjiena t-tnejn f'dir-rokna ta' belt rieqda.
Il-lejl f'dan l-istazzjon jasal ftit kmieni,
u dan kien l-ahhar vjagg. Vaguni suwed
jinhbew fid-dlam, u l-ahhar hoss ibatti
u tbatti fija t-tama ta' belt ohra.
The Night in this Station
The night arrived before me in this station,
there is nothing else to wait for. Slowly the train
pulls out. I am breathless, it crawls past me unhurried,
both of us weary in this corner of a sleepy town.
Night at this station descends slightly early
and this was the last departure. Darkness engulfs
the black wagons, the last sound recedes,
and in me fades the hope of another town.
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