Αλέξαντρος κι βασιλιάς ⬥ Alexander, bre aman aman, Alexander and the king, Alexander brave and strong and little Constantine. They ate together, bre aman aman, they ate and drank together, Alexander brave and strong, and feasted and revelled together. And as they ate and as they drank and as they revelled they [...]
Τώρα τις Πασχαλιόημιρις ⬥ It’s Eastertime, my lithe and lissome one, my lithe and lissome one, the greatest of all feasts, you fair-haired ones, you fair-haired ones with heavy plaits. I climbed a height and caught a view of Alexis’ palaces. So I could see his daughters and what they [...]
Μαρία πάει για πασχαλιές ⬥ Maria’s gone to pick some lilac, a nightingale is singing, she goes to gather lilac blossom in vineyards and in paddocks. And as she gathers lilac blossom, with laughter and a burst of song, she finds the nightingale that carols. She creeps towards it on [...]
Μια Πασχαλιά, μια Κυριακή ⬥ One Easter Day, one Sunday, on a holy day, my little bird, a mother was adorning her son one Saturday from dawn to dusk, readying him for church on Sunday morn. Everybody went, hands reverently crossed, and I went, too, eyes tight shut. The congregation [...]
Αγιόγιαννης ⬥ Saint John’s herb Saint John’s herb with its short black leaves. Two herbs fell out over which smelled the finest. Basil smells fine which grows in ditches and the rose, too, that sprout from thorns, and the stinkweed, too, its stench fills the plains. Get thee back, stinkweed, [...]
Τ’ Αρμένου γιός πινέθηκε ⬥ The son of the Armenian boasted, my beautiful blue eyes, to a pasha, his master, sing my lovely nightingale. – My master, I shall cross the sea, on foot I shall cross it. – And if you cross the sea that way, you’ll be my son-in-law. Do [...]
