Love always dwells in melancholy
but oft-times saddens itself even more
from the fear of a loss caused by folly
and of a heart that the Fates forswore.
In the face of love’s utmost potion,
the melancholy of a feeling so true
may lead you to seek that emotion
but it’s sadness and grief you enschew.
Love seems both so earthly and holy
like the very first flight of a dove,
but for a tinydrop of melancholy
I would offer you the whole of my love. 
“The Maiden of the Isle”
Translated by Marilyn Tate Adanis
by Maria Yaloumi