ON THE HEIGHTS OF PARADISE
Aristides E. (Aristides Evangelus) Phoutrides translation
The little house I built for thee To dwell therein, enchanter, Even that—to my care-bent grief— Becomes a heavy grave. Yet, little soul of lily whiteness, Spare me thy sad complaint; For on the heights of paradise, I wander longing and I search. I search and wait for it. And on the crossroads wide Of the suns, I shall find a house Snow-white that even eagles High-flying never face; a house That Visions great alone May touch. Therein I shall enthrone thee!