e afou teleiwsoun ola ta grammata
deixnei thn maimou na gurnaei sto mpaoulo, na pernei ena nomisma kai na ginetai pali skeletomenh
e afou teleiwsoun ola ta grammata
deixnei thn maimou na gurnaei sto mpaoulo, na pernei ena nomisma kai na ginetai pali skeletomenh
"Caladan Brood, the menhired one, winter-bearing, barrowed and sorrowless
in a tomb bereaved of words, and in his hands that have crushed anvils the hammer of his song -
he lives asleep, so give silent warning to all -
wake him not.
Wake him not."