Nikos Karanikolas / Νίκος Καρανικόλας

What burst into flame will go out with either north or south [wind]
and pity’s the one who does not live through the fire of love.

Come and take me into your arms, before the love goes out,
come and give to me your kiss

Whatever burst into flame will go out, it will not last a lifetime;
ashes and smoke it will leave suddenly one morning.

In sweet drunkenness I grew as you say philosophical;
Whatever burst into flame will go out; I don’t say it to make you cry.

(translation: Eva Johanos)