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".