Σαν τα μάρμαρα της Πόλης ⬥ Like the marble slabs that stand in St. Sophia so well-matched and symmetrical are your eyebrows, eyes and hair. I have decided to become a dome in St. Sophia for fair girls and for dark ones to come and worship there. Translated by Mania Seferiades
Μηλίτσα που ’σαι στο γκρεμό ⬥ Little apple tree perched there on the brink, perched on the brink weighed down with apples, how I want your apples but fear the drop. – If you fear the drop, then come take the path. The path led me to a deserted chapel [...]
Έχε γεια Παναγιά – Καροτσιέρης ⬥ In Galatá a shower falls, a downpour in Tatávla. The loveliest of all the girls is she who’s dressed in black. It was nothing but a dream and we’ve forgotten it. Health to you, o Holy One, we two have talked at length. In [...]
Έχε γεια Παναγιά ⬥ In Galatá a shower falls, a downpour in Tatávla. The loveliest of all the girls is she who's dressed in black. It was nothing but a dream and we've forgotten it. Health to you, o Holy One, we two have talked at length. In Galatá I'll [...]
Μέσ’ της Πόλης τ’ αργαστήρια ⬥ In the workshops of Constantinople, In the gold and silver smiths’, I first laid eyes on your likeness, And my heart was yours forthwith. You stand there in the church Like a column made of marble And at the sight of you The priests [...]
