Vi[12]

A sinner hermit on the Holy Mountain, I burn in Satan's fire and pine in hell; My soul is ruins and woe; and in a stream Deep-flowing, I sink, a traveller beguiled.

The blue Aegean spreads a sapphire treasure; Like Daphnis and his Chloe stand sky and earth; Quivering, lo, the seed of life blooms forth; In swarms, the living beings suck the sap

Of all. Olympus, Ossa, Pelion, And every lap of sea, and every tongue Of land, lake-like Cassandra, Thrace's shores

Are clad in wedding garb; and I? "O Lord, Be my Redeemer!" and with floods of tears I bathe the god-child Panselenus wrought.