Born of clay
Watching the stars
Riding the winds
Taming the oceans
Before turning to dust
Γέννημα πηλού
Κοιτώ τ' αστέρια
Ιππεύω τους ανέμους
Τους ωκεανούς δαμάζω
Πριν να γίνω σκόνη
What a precious and complete resume of a life, lived! You are without a doubt, a rare Magician, of that, I have no doubt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From dust ye come, to dust go, but what a journey! A journey made of many a journey, and till then a mere dust. Ah from a spark to dust, dust to spark! All these thoughts come to fore reading your piece, dear poet.