At the seashore the hidden (seashore)
And white like a pidgeon
We thirsted in the noon
But the water brackish

Upon the sand, the blonde (sand),
We wrote her name
Beautifully how the breeze blew
And the written was erased.

With what heart, with what breath
What desires, what passion (enmity)
We took our lives in error
And changed (our) life

Giorgos Seferis (1900–1971) published in his collection Turning Point (“Strophe”) in 1931
Translated by Angelo Candalepas 16.06.11  8.30pm