Hear my vow before I go,
Zoë mou, sas agapo!
By thy tresses unconfined,
Wooed by each Ægean wind!
By those lids whose jetty fringe,
Kiss thy soft cheeks’ blooming tinge!
By those wild eyes like the roe,
Zoë mou, sas agapo!
By those lips I may not taste!
By that zone-encircled waist!