Καλλιτεχνικός Σύλλογος Δημοτικής Μουσικής Δόμνα Σαμίου

Word came calling Marandon up to fight.
He forged horseshoes out of silver and nails out of gold
and shoed his horse in the dead of night in the moonlight,
his beloved at his side with the nails in her kerchief.
- Where to, Marandon my love, and where will you leave me?
- I'll leave you with my father, Saint Constantine.
- May Charon take your father, Saint Constantine!
- Where to, Marandon my love, and where will you leave me?
- I'll leave you with my mother, Saint Helen.
- May Charon take your mother Saint Helen!
- Where to, Marandon my love, and where will you leave me?
- I'll leave you with my brothers, the twelve Apostles.
- May Charon take your brothers, the twelve Apostles!
- Where to, Marandon my love, and where will you leave me?
- I'll leave you with a gold cross and a silver ring:
sell the ring to eat, and pray before the cross!
[He hadn't yet placed afoot in the stirrup, he hadn't yet sat in the saddle;
he hadn't reached the town, he hadn't yet started working,
they took his beloved, sat her on a stool and cut her hair very short,
gave her a slice of bread and five stale walnuts;
gave her five sheep and fifteen lambs.
- Get thee away, too, my bride, and don't come back.
Take the animals to the mountains to graze on the summits
and to rest in the valleys,
and when the mountains get angry, take the herd out to pasture
and when the river brims over, take the herd to be watered.
Seven years went by and Marandon not once did she see.
The five sheep became a hundred, the fifteen lambs a thousand.
I met a young man on the mountains.
He sat down and asked me: ‘Whose wife are you?
Whose sheep are these? Whose are these lambs’?
- Keep your distance, young man, and don't ask me such questions.
I'll set my dogs on you and they'll devour you.
The sheep belong to Marandon, the lambs to Marandon, too,
and the ram with the golden bell is Marandon's.
I waited for seven years and I'll wait for seven more.
If Marandon returns, all is well. If not, I'll become a nun.
- Mother, I ask you. What did you do with my wife?
- Go, dear son, and don't ask me again.
Your bride died just as soon as you left.
- Mother, I'll light up the oven and bake some rusks.] 

Translated by Michael Eleftheriou