Καλλιτεχνικός Σύλλογος Δημοτικής Μουσικής Δόμνα Σαμίου

Whoever saw a tree of green,
with eyes of black and a blond sheen
and royal blue leaves to boot,
eyes black, eyebrows dark as soot?

In the treetops all is golden,
young girls yonder eyes all swollen
down at its roots the coolest spring,
who will drink or clay pot bring?
And when I knelt to drink my fill,
I saw the eyes I love quite still.
And now I’ve come to drink ‘tis bliss,
on those black eyes to plant a kiss.
My kerchief to the ground did fall,
my lip did tremble, quite appalled.
The gold-embroidered one so pretty,
good as new, oh what a pity!
The one three maids embroidered me,
fresh as cherries straight off the tree,
singing as they worked, fine refrains;
the one from Galatà had lots of brains,
from Nichόri came the second girl,
Hadjiyannakis’ eldest pearl.
The third of the maids and youngest,
was also by far the fairest;
from Pàros she hailed and fine,
by the Virgin, I’ll make her mine!

Translated by Michael Eleftheriou