O sovereign warrior breathe smooth and calm!
Love! O powerful love! O soothing balm!
This age is gone, these thousand untold years
what wisdom granted garnered by our tears;
on this night, by the light of stars entwined
held in my hand the softness that is thine.
In womanhood esteemed and undefiled;
warm ethereal eyes and a Piscean smile,
patient wisdom, an intuitive gaze
natural beauty regalness displays.
Athena, what pageantry, no gilded song as sweet
by words expressed but never quite complete.
Empowered on the cusp of natal pride
thy victorious face is magnified,
lift this helmet, let fall the gorgon shield,
run free upon the wet grass in the field,
nations rise as quickly as they fade,
Athena, protector of Greece,
rest quietly in thy grave.
Athena, what pageantry, no gilded song as sweet by words expressed but never quite complete. Empowered on the cusp of natal pride thy victorious face is magnified, ........ Athena, protector of Greece, rest quietly in thy grave......so touching with great theme. Beautiful poem so nicely executed.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An astonishing song of adoration! The sweet beauty of the Romantic era, pours smoothly from each verse!