Beyond the white uniform of the clergyman's mission, through his pen, dervish Mikel Onjeja, writes down spiritual experiences and messages that emanate from the heart. Is a poetry of feeling, experience, which comes naturally and which is triggered by everyday life, by the worries, sorrows and hopes of ordinary people. The simplicity of the verse, expressed through descriptions, epithets, makes you feel emotion, admiration and adoration. The case of this cleric-poet is rare today not only as a novelty, but also for the patriotic, artistic and vital values that his poetry brings. You can see this even through the following cycle, "A bird came and reminded me…", detached from dozens of his poems, selected for publication…
Kujtim BORIÇI
Poetic cycle: "A bird came and reminded me…"
By dervish Mikel ONJEA
1- PILGRIMAGE IN TOMORR
Tomorri is waiting for them with open arms,
Albanians come like birds,
Put your head on your chest,
Always remember Abaz Ali.
… For good and prosperity,
Hope for the miracle,
They climb the mountain early in the morning,
In Tomorr, at the Sanctuary
2-COME 'A BIRD REMEMBERED ME…
A bird came, and reminded me,
July 10, day of sorrow,
Dede Ahmeti passed away,
Asked Eternity for him...
The migratory bird came,
Spread the wings of flight,
Sent as a missionary,
By Dede Edmond Brahimaj.
Announces in any tekke,
At the door, at the shrine,
July 10 is for us,
Sacred path light.
That man has passed,
Our master of sanctity,
He fills the squares with lights,
Light from the fields of Paradise.
Kruja has activity today,
City and the whole Municipality,
On July 10 issues a decree
Holiness is valued.
How happy is the ancient castle,
Towers walls with bodies,
We come too, we give the blessings,
From all tekkes, from Tepelena.
High mountain that emits light
Blessings flow to the river,
The great old man, Sari Salltik
He never closed his eyes in his sleep.
The goods, for good remain,
Their Angelic Spirit,
Diamonds in the earth do not dissolve,
Divine light rebirth.
We miss and remember,
Our elders of the tariqat,
We follow the orders,
Orders of Dede Reshat.
We drank the same cup,
With the sorbet and water of Paradise,
Saturday, July 10,
Bless us, Dede Ahmet!
July 9, 2021
3-NAIMI TOGETHER GATHERED US…. *
Naimi gathered us together,
Naim Frashër Albania,
He laid the foundation of knowledge,
He sang in his own language.
Scholarships,
Grown like a Hotova fir,
Pearl pen poet,
He started school in the tekke.
Father Alush enlightened,
He sent them to Ioannina,
‘Zosimea’ had waited for them,
Naim, Avdyl and Sami.
There on the books stood,
Day and night, always studies,
They thought about the Albanian language,
And for the country full of troubles.
They make the blood ink, for pen,
For the good of the Motherland,
Unanimously everyone stood up,
The holy sons of Skanderbeg.
From Kosovo to Chameria,
Ohri, Nishi, Gostivar,
Under the Red and Black Flag,
The Albanian made a trust.
To save the Motherland,
And the language of God,
Homeland, let's write it with a pen
And the laws of autonomy.
* Tirana, November, 27.2021, in the promotion of the book "Naim Frashëri, apostle and whistle of Albania".
4-GOODNESS…
In the face of man,
It seems kindness itself,
There is the work of the Lord,
Molded by love.
Inside the pure heart,
It is the throne of happiness,
The essence of the enlightened essence,
By the Light of holiness.
It is the source of eternity,
Speaking of books, religions,
Dedication of wisdom,
Where the angels have their nests.
Mountains, fields, flowers, seas,
The stars of the whole galaxy,
Tears are clearly visible,
They are inside humanity.
Sweetness and bitterness,
They are part of this life,
Error, forgiveness, remorse,
There isn't a man without an embarrassment.
He is the Perfect God,
He gave us life when He created us,
It did not leave us alone worried,
Logically he exalted us.
* Turan Tepelene, September 22.2021
5-YOUR LIGHT O GOD…! *
By Your light, O Lord,
Lighting always comes,
For Your sake O Allah,
May faith increase in my soul.
By the Light of Your Holiness,
Hold fast to the Qur'an,
With You, behold Allah, in mind,
Until my soul came out.
Humbled in repentant qiblah,
In prostration the flattened forehead,
With an experienced heart and body,
I come round by the light like a butterfly.
Wasted in seas of love,
Mixed with a wave of patience,
Elif, this letter of holiness,
Shine fountain veins.
* Turan, Tepelena, November 23.2021
