Ο αντρειωμένος ⬥ Don’t weep for the brave man, even if he misses his mark. For if he misses once, if he misses twice, he is still brave. His door is always open, his table forever laid ready for his friends. [When his friends rejoice, joy to the brave man!] [...]
Ο αϊτός ⬥ On a high mountain, on a sharp, steep rock, an eagle was standing and he was gazing, an eagle soaked and freezing. He yearns to fly again -the sun to rise he is pleading. ‘Oh Sun, please rise, please shine and give me warmth and melt the [...]
Ο αντρειωμένος ⬥ Never pity a valiant man not even if he misses, and if he misses once or twice, he's still valiant and brave. Ηis door will always be open, his table will be set and all his friends will drink for him. The men who are big and [...]
Χειμώνας κι ο χινόπωρος ⬥ Winter and… winter and autumn… winter and autumn eat and drink at the same table. They called for spring to join them, but she said ‘no’. ‘Don’t be proud, flower-decked spring; The reaper will have them all, he’ll scorch the lot.’ Translated by Michael Eleftheriou
