Azure waves,
Tempestuous silica air,
Dusky woodlands and brooks,
Ithaca’s bluff,
Herb covered cliffs,
Bitter fantasies of crystal and sea,
We Greeks of no freedom and home,
We slaves of misfortune,
For the sun as abandoned us,
The war as destroyed us,
Here our cry’s for salvation and truth,
Here us beg for what has been taken to be returned,
Let this war end,
Let this pain disperse,
Let our city be rebuilt,
Let our people survive and grow,
Be gone god of war and misfortune