Thursday 16 January 2020

Κίτσος Χαρισιάδης, Μοιρολόι. Percy Bysshe Shelley - Sweet Pipings, Sad Dirges



Κίτσος Χαρισιάδης - Μοιρολόι αρβανίτικο (1928)


"No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruined cell, 
Or the mournful surges 
That ring the dead seaman's knell".


P. B.Shelley, from 'When the lamp is shattered".


"All wept, as I think both ye now would,
If envy or age had not frozen your blood,
                At the sorrow of my sweet pipings".


P.B. Shelley, from "Hymn of Pan".

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