Ναυτόπουλο ψυχομαχεί ⬥ I heard the shouting and the cries, they filled the Cyprus straits. I thought they must be slaughtering bulls or taming some wild beasts; I thought the Turks were making war upon the Frankish foe, but they weren’t slaughtering any bulls, nor taming some wild beasts, nor [...]
Άρκοντες τρων και πίνουσι ⬥ The nobles sit to eat and drink around a marble table, a marble and a silver table, around a golden table, and all do only drink and eat, no word by them is spoken. Oh, let young Constantine just hum a melody that pleases to [...]
Ο Ανδρόνικος και η ρήγισσα ⬥ Famed Andronikos, who was born and raised in riches, started school on the 6th of the month and could read by the 7th. By the 8th and 9th he could write and add and take away, by the 10th and the 12th he could [...]
Άρκοντες τρων και πίνουσι ⬥ Some lords are eating and drinking at a marble table, a table of marble, silver and gold, they are all eating and drinking without saying a word. And young Kostantinos started singing quietly about his comrade Andronikos, a much-praised young man. – You're black, you [...]
Ο Καλομοίρης και ο Σαρακηνός ⬥ Kalomoiris’ youngest boy was born at night, in the night before the cock crowed. On the very same night that he was born, he asked for bread to eat, and ate nine ovens full and nine gallons of milk, and a deer and a [...]
Μια κόρη από την Αμοργό ⬥ She’s a girl from Amorgos, ribbon, o my ribbon! she wants to go out to sea, braided, ribbon mine! But how? She cannot go to sea, she cannot use an oar. She pays three hundred florins down, the passage costs her that, and then she gives [...]
Το παράπονο της μηλιάς ⬥ In Konstantinos’ gardens a brook welled up, because of which I planted an orchard with apples and quinces, with laurels and cypress and roses, red set amidst white. And one apple tree, ‘twas a golden apple tree, grew scorched and withered, and another spoke to [...]
Ο σταυραετός κι η πέρδικα ⬥ An eagle swooping over and over the mastic bushes singing sad songs to the partridge scratching in the earth below, sorrowfully called, – Awaken, russet partridge, my sweet companion. I’m on my way to the honey-flowers so you can hear my voice. – I’m [...]
