Dimitris Psarianos

When the first rain drop fell the summer died
The words that starlights had born were saturated
all the world that had as their only destination You!

Before my eyes you were light
before the Love love
and when the kiss took you
Woman

To where will we stretch our arms now that
time does not consider us
To where will we leave our eyes now that the
distant lines shipwrecked on the clouds

And we are alone, all alone, surrounded by your
dead images.

Before my eyes you were light
before the Love love
and when the kiss took you
Woman

Πριν απ’ τα μάτια μου ήσουν φως
Πριν απ’ τον Έρωτα έρωτας
Κι όταν σε πήρε το φιλί
Γυναίκα

You, Eros, in overabundance
when you wound our strength
neither a good name
nor virtue can come from you.

But with measured steps as she proceeds
she of Cyprus (Aphrodite),
no goddess has exquisite charm like her

O my mistress, above me
with your golden bow,
don’t let fly your eternal
arrow, whose tip
is drenched in longing.

(from the second station of Euripides’ Medea, as rendered into modern Greek by Pantelis Prevelakis;
English translation: Eva Johanos)

Από το β΄στάσιμο της Μήδειας του Ευριπίδη, σε απόδοση Παντελή Πρεβελάκη.