Καντάρα 1570 - Kantara 1570

 My Greek poems! English version below.

Βίντεο: Κάστρο της Καντάρας

Καντάρα 1570

Πας της Καντάρας το βουνό πουν το αρχαίον κάστρο

Εξέβαινεν η ρήγαινα με τ’ αππαρίν της τ’ ασπρο.

έβκαινεν πας τον πύρκον της τζι’ ερέμβαζεν την θέα

Τζιαι μέτραν τα καράβκια της στο πέλαος που πλέαν

 

Σατσιά γεμάτα με γρουσά στην Βενετιάν επαίρναν

Τζιαι στο στραφίν τους ύστερα τίποτες εν εφαίρναν

Τα πλοια εθωρούσαν τα που τον βορκάν οι Τούρτζιοι

Τζιαι αζουλέψασιν πολλά τζι’ εκάμασιν γιουρούσι

 

να πιάχουν τούτον το νησί που είσιεν τζιείν τα πλούτη

τζι’ οι Βενετοί αγκαρώσασιν τζιαι έν εκόφκαν μούτι

Δέκα μηνάες πάσκιζαν την Κύπρον να κρατήσουν

Μα’ ντάν ελείψαν τα φαγιά τζι’ εν είχαν για να ζήσουν

 

Είπαν να πάν εις τον Πασιά χαπάριν να του πάρουν

τζιαι να ζητήσουν έλεος πέρκι μον την γλυππάρουν

τζιαι τα κλεικιά στον Μουσταφά  εδώκαν μ’ έτσι τρόπον

τζι’ έπιαν την Κύπρον ο Σελίμ τζιαι τούρτζιεψεν τον τόπο.

                                                                                    ΚΒΓ

 

Kantara 1570

On Kantara's high mountain, where the old castle stands,

a white horse carried the queen through the lands.

She climbed to her tower, to gaze at the sight,

and counted her ships sailing, all clear and bright.

 

They carried their sacks filled with riches of gold,

to Venice, a story that must now be told.

Returning, their holds were quite empty and bare,

but the ships were seen by the Turks lurking there.

 

From the north, they watched the rich vessels that passed,

with jealousy's fire, their hatred held fast.

They launched an attack for the wealth of the isle,

their goal was to seize it with cunning and guile.

 

The Venetians resisted, they stood strong and brave,

they fought for ten months to conquer and save.

But when all the food was completely all gone,

and nothing was left to survive or live on,

 

They chose to seek mercy from the powerful Turk,

to see if their lives could be saved from the work.

They handed the keys to Mustafa the bold,

And Selim took Cyprus, a story of old.

                                                   KVJ

 

 

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