Nothing can stop my ardour
nor my joy, nor my festival.
I want to carry as I started
to run victorious to the end
who can cut the golden thread
of my ardour, my joy, my festival?
Not the Turk nor any demon will
stop me nor war, not even an
earthquake, this the plain that fights
for my ardour, joy, and festival.
The horses dig the soil and chariots
wane as if alive and
my people await to crown
my festival, my ardour and joy.
Manolis Aligizakis 