My Dragor! Poem by Aleksandar Sasha Trajkovski

Makofro trough Bitola,
engraving monumental through the centuries,
from Sapunchica, LakPotok, Klisurica, Crvena Reka,
trough villages Dihovo and BratinDol,
up to CrnaReka.
Proudly bears tradition of people from Bitola,
from waterfall Kapejnci,
you transfer packages from wood
with messages dear,
your waves mystical and divine,
in riverbed cobblestone they make love,
like in dream in middle of night.
My Dragor,
you were left at the mercy of God,
from antiquity to futures,
and trough Drven Pazar,
next to Bell ringers and, , Blacksmiths,
with waves clear from spring,
the secret of luxury,
of workshops from charshija,
proudly you bear it inside.
Come one now, people of Bitola, my dears,
from shore of your Dragor,
with ship supposedly and old to sail,
trough enlighten precise filigree,
old craftsmen to greet,
and with some starogradska song for our river to cheer.