Of Mr. North-Wind

Mr North-Wind blows in order to wander;
he sends a sad message to all harbors:
Schooners that sail, galleys that set out,
enter your harbors because I’ll blow,
I’ll blow over the Earth and over the sea,
over the Earth and over the East,
I’ll turn cities into grief and castles into ruins
and those ships I’ll find in mid-seas, I’ll cast on land.
Those ships that listened,  all sought a harbor,
but a Cretan ship answered him:
I’m not afraid of you, Mr-North Wind,
no matter how you blow,
for I have bronze masts and steel antennas,
for I have sails made of silk from Proussa,
for I have cables made of a blonde  maiden’s hair,
for I have choice sailors who are all brave lads,
for I have a young sailor who knows the elements.

  Song from Karpathos