And among you now am I, without a purpose, resigned,
Weak. Badly I was fooled and I was robbed even
Of my thoughts; my passions I sing and I remain
With a phantom in my gaze and a desire on the lips.
In love; my little heart is overwhelmed with the portion
That they gave me as I lay in sleep and but a girl.
This reminiscence I relive as a dead man fills
With coquettishness a tiny corner of my being.
© For the translation: Lakis Fourouklas
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