Hostile Sea
(Deti anmik)

The sea bears everything with it, say the old people,
With the ever-blowing wind on one side
And pine and fruit trees on the other
Pressed to the ground.
We, the ancient inhabitants,
Love the land. Even the crickets
Bursting in the hot roots of the pine trees
Smell of resin and not of the sea.

Even the spirits of gods
Are hidden in the rocks and not in the salty
Sea! Sweet figs
Swoon red-lipped on their heads
In sacrifice.