Καλλιτεχνικός Σύλλογος Δημοτικής Μουσικής Δόμνα Σαμίου

Up Siátista way, just up from Kastoriá,
will you not weep mothers, mothers and children?

They killed Pavlos, Pavlos Melás
will you not weep, trees and branches?

They shot him thrice, three times in his side
will you not weep, cities and villages?

Three days laid out, dear Pavlos,
like a fish on the shore,
will you not weep, poor mourning Greece?

He left behind a widow, our Pavlos did,
two orphans too,
will you not weep, mothers and children?

Translated by Michael Eleftheriou

Photo: Sotirios Christides (1858- 1940), Pavlos Melas and His Followers. Coloured lithograph, Hellenic Literary & Historical Archive – Manos Charitatos.