Το κρύο του χειμώνα τα φυτά μαραίνει
το γήρας, των πτηνών τα φτερά βαραίνει
του λιονταριού η πείνα, φονεύει το ελάφι
κι οι ανόητοι ρωτούν, τι τη ζωή ομορφαίνει
The cold of winter makes the plants wither
age and infirmity, burden every bird's feather
lion's hunger, the killing of the deer plans
and what makes life beautiful the fools wonder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i'm not sure about the Greek version, but the English version does not ring MY chimes, at least not in a good way. sorry. after the first line, i didn't care for it. i think it 'needs work': the wording & punctuation. bri ) : but i have FAITH i can find better on your site! !
Hey, we all have our bad moments! You can find some worse too