Της δικαιοσύνης ήλιε νοητέ [Tis dikaiosinis ilie noite] [English translation]

Notional sun of justice

and you glorifying myrtle

don’t please don’t

forget my homeland!

It has eagle-shaped high mountains

terraced vineyards on the volcanoes

and the whiter houses

in the neighbourhood of the blue!

It almost meets Asia on one side

and almost touches Europe a little

it stands in the air

and in the sea by itself!

My bitter hands with the Thunder

I turn them before Time

I’m calling my old friends

with threats and blood!

But all the blood has been remunerated

and the threats ah quarried

and one against the other

the winds are invading!