Ithaсa

                To C.P. Cavafy’s "Ithaсa"

If searching for Ithaсa – it’s calling for the way,
It’s dangerous or easy - the different they say.

I don’t believe in either, the only thing I know,
I see far coast of Homeland every night in a row.

I see it when I close my eyes, olive like Athena's,
My lungs are missing fresh air, salty and marine.

My Soul recalls the stories, adventurous and ancient,
Each time when I remember how waves are softly splashing…

The journey of a lifetime is difficult and thorny,
But still I find adventure and sunshine in this journey!

My Spirit’s on the highest, the wings as light as foam -
The Gods Themselves are helping to bring Their Child Home,

I cherish Them by nature, I keep Them deep inside,
The Love in my heart’s beating I follow like the Guide.

The brave heart knows no anger, no doubt and no fear,
The loving heart’s not searching the profits, it’s sincere.

I’m sending my mind forward as pushing through wind swirls
To gently touch the seashore with corals, fish and pearls,

To put on a white tunic embroidered with the bloom,
To walk in olive garden, smell sensual perfume…

Strong faith in the right path is what I’ll be awarded for,
No matter how Ithaсa may seem to strangers poor,

For those who lust for money will never come to find it,
To get the real treasure you should be open-minded.

I reach for love and friendship, home for my aspirations,
Pure music of the space that suits my high vibrations,

The happiness of being, the wisdom it can share -
That’s what Ithaсa’s rich for, what loving soul dare.

One day I’ll put my foot on my ancient native land
And the whole Olympus will gladly take my hand,

The keys to all the questions - no matter how it’s long,
I’m going to Ithaсa, the shore where I belong.


February 3rd, 2024