Η Αροαφνού ⬥ In the neighbourhood close by, up in Koilanin there are three beautiful maids and they are singing. One shrill, one deep of voice, the chambers echoing with their song, the third and fairest outside planting peppers. Our lord happened by one day, and visits daily now. When [...]
Ο Χάρος μαύρα φόρησεν ⬥ Charon wore black and rode his black horse, he donned his scary black garments and set out for the feast. At the edge of the feast, he found people celebrating, in amidst the feast, he found people eating and drinking. – Charon, you are welcome [...]
Τέσσερα τσαι τέσσερα ⬥ Four and four makes eight, four young lads setting out to war. Feeling hungry on their way, they slopped to eat and drink. They sought a spring upon the mount and found a hole a hundred feet deep. They drew lots to see who would climb [...]
Τηλλυρκώτισσα ⬥ You are a bright star, bright and small amidst the seven planets, the words you’ve said enslaved my heart. They rushed and told this crazy lass that I’m to go away, go to foreign lands and she’s cast a spell upon the sea, the gusts of wind were [...]
Η αρπαγή της κόρης του Λεβάντη από τον Διγενή ⬥ The lord of the East and the king of the West met to discuss joining their lines in marriage. When they came out of the council chamber, they invited everyone from East to West, everyone canopied by the sky and [...]
– Wait one moment, Digenis, and I’ll tell you what to do. If you understand what I tell you, go abduct the bride. Take this pathway, this narrow path, and it will lead you to a grassy meadow, where you’ll find a bushy olive tree. Dismount there, cut a thick [...]
Τέσσερα τζιαι τέσσερα ⬥ Four and four make eight, Four Palikari go to the wars. On their way they are hungry And they sit down to eat, but they are thirsty too. They look for a spring high up on the mountain, and they find a ravine a hundred fathoms [...]
Το μοιρολόι της Παναγιάς (Κύπρος) ⬥ O gentlefolk, pay heed to me, and hear the Mother’s dirge, hear how she mourns her only child upon the yonder Cross. Take note of tidings dark as night, a day that’s drear and sobre, today has sore afflicted me, and left me deeply [...]
Τρεις καλο(γ)έροι Κρητικοί ⬥ There were three monks and hailed from Crete and three from Ághion Óros1, and they prepared a bark for sea; while chanting ‘Christ is risen!’ and ‘Kyrie, eléison’, they readied her for Kríti2. Their sailor lad lay gravely ill up forrard in the foc’s’le. No mother [...]
