Sparkle today That you left us

And the peaks of Pentadactylos

Will be moist with bitter saltwater.

The ancient vessel

That you raised to a new radiance

Will - if it still has a heart - weep

Because you left

And your town will for a moment forget its captivity.

Your eyes, bewitched by the yarns of the deep,

Always shone

With the luminosity of early childhood

-where the image of real man abides.

Yesterday you decended to the fairyworld of the deep.

May the light of the moon of the sea enfold you for ever.