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Vrettakos, Nikiforos: The orange trees of Sparta (Τῆς Σπάρτης οἱ πορτοκαλιές in English)

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Τῆς Σπάρτης οἱ πορτοκαλιές (Greek)

Τῆς Σπάρτης οἱ πορτοκαλιές, χιόνι, λουλούδια τοῦ ἔρωτα,
ἄσπρισαν ἀπ᾿ τὰ λόγια σου, γείρανε τὰ κλαδιά τους
γιόμισα τὸ μικρό μου κόρφο, πῆγα καὶ στὴ μάνα μου.

Κάθονταν κάτω ἀπ᾿ τὸ φεγγάρι καὶ μὲ νοιάζονταν,
κάθονταν κάτω ἀπ᾿ τὸ φεγγάρι καὶ μὲ μάλωνε:
Χτὲς σ᾿ ἔλουσα, χτὲς σ᾿ ἄλλαξα, ποῦ γύριζες -
ποιὸς γιόμισε τὰ ροῦχα σου δάκρυα
καὶ νεραντζάνθια;

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The orange trees of Sparta (English)

The orange trees of Sparta, snow, flowers of love,
sprang into whiteness at your words, bending down their branches,
I hugged them to my small breast and went to my mother.

She was sitting under the moon, worrying about me,
she was sitting under the moon and she scolded me:
Yesterday I washed you, yesterday I changed you, where did you run off to —
who filled your clothes with tears
and bitter-orange blossoms.

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