Kostis Palamas / Κωστής Παλαμάς

The house where I was born, even if foreigners trample it
it’s a ghost and it invites me, a soul and it’s expecting me.

The same house where I was born in the same street
is always rising up before my eyes, and with all of its youth

The house, though they have adulterated its shape and color
still pure and unspoiled, it still waits for me.

The house where I was born, even if foreigners trample it
as an untrampled ghost it lives for me and welcomes me.

The house where I was born, even if foreigners trample it
it’s a ghost and it invites me, a soul and it’s expecting me.

(translation: Eva Johanos)

Το σπίτι που γεννήθηκα κι ας το πατούν οι ξένοι
στοιχειό είναι και με προσκαλεί, ψυχή και με προσμένει.

Τῶν Ἑλλήνων τὴν πατρίδα
βάρβαροι τὴν ἀτιμάζουν!
Ὅπου ἀνθοπετοῦσαν οἱ Ἔρωτες
παραδέρνει ἡ νυχτερίδα.
Στὴ νυχτιά μας μιὰ πυγολαμπίδα,
τῶν ἀρχαίων ἡ μνήμη, ψευτοφέγγει
κ᾿ εἶναι μιὰ νυχτιὰ ποὺ δὲν τὴ διώχνεις,
τοῦ παντοτινοῦ μας ἥλιου ἀχτίδα!
Καὶ πατρίδα καὶ ψυχὴ ρουφᾶν
βάρβαροι ἀπὸ βάθη καὶ ἀπὸ ὕψη.
Κι ὅταν, μ᾿ ἕνα τρίσβαθο ὤχ!
τῶν Ἑλλήνων θεέ, ρωτοῦμε σέ:
«Εἶσ᾿ ἐσὺ ὁ ξανθὸς Ἀπόλλωνας;»
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