LIVIDATIS, Tasos

I open my door in the evening

I open my door in the evening

And lift a bright lamp in my hand

So that everybody who's grieving

Can see it all over the land,

Can find here a table laid outdoors

And sorrow to fill every bowl

And silently standing beside us

Our pain so familiar to all,

Can find here a corner or rather

A bench for a blind man to stoop,

And then while we talk to each other

Christ will join our company too.

English translation by Pavel Kharitonov