Maria Polydouri//Μαρία Πολυδούρη

 

ΕΜΕΝΑ ΤΑ ΤΡΑΓΟΥΔΙΑ ΜΟΥ ΗΤΑΝ ΜΟΝΟ ΓΙΑ ΚΕΙΝΟΝ…

Τί θέλω πιὰ νὰ δέχωμαι τὴν προστασία τῆς Μούσας;
Νὰ σφίγγω τὴν καρδιά μου νὰ δεχτῆ
τὶς νέες ἀγάπες, πίστες καὶ χαρές της,
τάχα πὼς εἶναι μοίρα μου κ᾿ εἶνε καὶ διαλεχτή!

Πάει ὁ καιρὸς ποὺ ἀχτιδωτὸ τὸ ἀστέρι τῆς ματιᾶς μου
ἔφεγγε καὶ τῶν θείων καὶ τῶν γηίνων.
Ὢ τῶν παθῶν δὲν κράτησα ἐγὼ τὴν ἀνόσια Λύρα,
ἐμένα τὰ τραγούδια μου ἦταν μόνο γιὰ Κεῖνον.

Καὶ τραγουδοῦσα τὸν καημὸ τῆς ἄσπιλης ψυχῆς μου
μέσ᾿ στῶν δακρύων τὴν εὐχαριστία
κι᾿ ὅλη ἡ χαρὰ τοῦ τραγουδιοῦ μου ἦταν, πὼς τὴ φωνή μου
θὰ τὴν δεχόταν μία βραδιὰ μπρὸς στὴ φτωχή του ἑστία.

Κι᾿ ὡς διάβαζα στὰ μάτια του κάποτε τὴ χαρά του,
ποιὰ δόξα πιὸ ἀκριβῆ νὰ πῶ;
Στὸ χωρισμό μας τοὔφερναν σὰ χελιδόνια οἱ στίχοι
μήνυμα, πὼς ἀπὸ μακριὰ διπλὰ τὸν ἀγαπῶ.

Τώρα καμμιά, καμμιὰν ἠχὼ δὲν ἄφησε ἡ φωνή μου
σπαραχτικὴ ὅταν γέμισε μιᾶς νύχτας τὸ σκοτάδι.
Ὅμως ὅλοι φοβήθηκαν καὶ γὼ πιστεύω ἀκόμα
ἀληθινὰ πὼς τὴ βαριὰ χτύπησα πόρτα τοῦ Ἅδη.

Λοιπὸν γιατί νὰ δέχωμαι τὸ κάλεσμα τῆς Μούσας;
Σαρκάζει ἡ πίστη μέσα μου τῶν θείων καὶ τῶν γηίνων.
Μία ἀνόσια Λύρα τῶν παθῶν σὲ μένα δὲν ταιριάζει.
Ἐμένα τὰ τραγούδια μου ἦταν μόνο γιὰ Κεῖνον.

 

MY SONGS WERE ONLY FOR HIM

 

Why do I need  to accept my Fate’s wishes?

That I tighten my heart to accept

new loves, beliefs and joys

as if it was my Fate’s doing and so exceptional?

 

Time has passed since the rayed spark of my eye

shone onto the gods and mortals.

Oh, I haven’t kept the senseless Muse of passion

since my songs were written only for Him.

 

And I sang the grief of my pure soul

along with the sad joy of tears

and all the joy of my song was nothing but his voice

that I’d hear one evening in front of his humble dwelling

 

and as sometime I read my joy in his eyes

what more valuable opinion can I state?

At our separation as if swallows the verse brought

the message: even away from him twice I love him.

 

And now my voice leaves not any grieving echo

as it is covered by the darkness of the night.

Yet everyone is afraid and I still believe

that I’ve reached the heavy gate of Hades.

 

For why would I accept the call of Muse

my trust on gods and people has shuttered inside me.

A senseless Lyre of passion doesn’t suit me

since my songs were written only for Him.

Translated by Manolis Aligizakis