And along the many lands
a precious beloved place
takes the soul of man
through his eyes and his hands
as wholesome and as bloomed
is this little tree only
in this land it blooms
better than in any other place
as the wax is made of
honey in the honeycomb
and as great people
live behind narrow fences
so long as the masters make
laws governed by logic
to control the people’s wings
and tie down their feet
so long as in flowerless ravines
and on rocks with no verdure
in the orchards and
in the faraway skies
love is fed by hatred and
by anger and by war
and the Paradise is guarded
by the sword or by the fire
Manolis Aligizakis 