PROMETHEUS OF THE WINDS

Welcome again, oh, Winds
To our sleepy world..

But where were you, oh, Winds?..

You've disappeared for so much time!!
And we've lost the aura and the impetus
of the centuries..

At last..
A Prometheus that we had hidden
in the cellars of Dreams
rose our thoughts
with his cries to Olympus..

And we have risen our masts..

With your help now
we'll end
our tragic idleness..

Break out Tramontana!*...

Hit us with the great urges of the North..
As much as a harsh, mythical man can do..
It doesn't matter if we'll hurt..
It's important to understand
that history hasn't ended..
And that something is moving
in this world...

Nevertheless...
Do whatever you think with your power
Tramontana..
All the rot and evil that you'll find
in front of you..
Throw it away so it can be buried in the eternal sea...

Blow Gregale!*...

Blow as persistently and decidedly
as you can..
You know the way..
Take us back..
As back as you can..
There, where man once understood
that besides the body, he has a Soul too,
that had to fit all in the poems of Homer,
where surely you have whispered these poems too..

Here and now merciful Gregale!*...
We have to learn the alphabet of Salvation
from the creator of Beauty..
And the master builder of Virtue..

Caress us Southern One!*...

Flood us with the rare, divine warmth
of yours..
Please..
Do something for our pretty soul..
Because as we are speaking..
In this world..
Neither Lords
Nor Tyrants
Neither Orators
If you've understood..
Noone loves us..
And as it seems..
We're unnecessary people and nothing...

Take us in your enormous embrace..
There, where you held Aphrodite
and Maria Nefeli..
So that we can ignore
that we were once born on this Earth
and that one day we shall die..
 But let death await...

Levante!*...
A stoical sea-storm of the centuries...

What did you think
When you saw face to face
Achilles and Great Alexander!!!..

Wise and most respectful as you are
You knew that they had to be defeated
The Persians and Barbarism
And as you bowed before the saying..
"No harm did the Greeks do to the World"..
You gave them the credentials of immortality..
And you opened the road to them..
The one they had taken
for the mausoleums of History...

Levante!*...

You never got tired
to spread to the world
the voices and oracles
of the Gods..
Do it again as it suits
an imperious Bard..

Here and now
We need the care of the Powers
of Wholeness and Everything..
I'm speaking to you Levante..
Wise Wind of the Nations...

Ponente!*...

Blow, you too, Ponente,
Silently like the escape of the day..
Like the enormous prudence
and wisdom of the sea..
Give me a little from your very blessed air..
From him where one saturday night
An hour like this..
He caressed Helen..
In the horizons of eternity...

Because it wasn't a night
Nor was it a simple love-affair..
It was a whole history..
It was Sparta that held the pen..
And the white paper was Troy...

And exactly as the Greeks understood
We understood too..
How the time had come
To rise the masts and start..
Like the Kings
that wanted to take their girlfriends back..
We wanted to take back the world
that we had lost...

Tramontana..
 Gregale..
  Southern One..
   Ponente..
    Levante...

Five corners in the star of the Sky..
You must do something for us...

There, where you'll gather,
Somewhere aside of the Moon
Near the planet Aphrodite..
In your gathering..
I would like to come as a messenger
For the evil that has found us...

Someone had the atrocious idea
From free people
To make us hermits...

In this full Moon
We can't see you..
Because at the window..
Barbarism is waiting to attack us...

Winds...
Like seekers and supplicants
We await a decision
From the Super Utmost Powers
At last to open the door to us...

In a while..
The Night is coming..
And the tragic soul of Humankind
will feel pain
from the Dynasty of Darkness...

Tramontana*= North Wind
Gregale*= North East or East Wind
Southern One*= South Wind
Levante*= East Wind
Ponente*= Western Wind

Translated from greek into english  
by Vasiliki Kalahani
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