(Excerpt)

In the whitish calm harbours,

towering double masted ships,

with your lion shaped prows,

slowly rocking upon waves

of what do you dream? Of

which victories and of which

deaths?

And there weren’t armies

of warmongering emperors

under the triumphant

banners with eagles

nor were they infantry

nor horse-riding crusaders

that the wind pushed

over hastily

they weren’t Arab generals

dragging behind them

Arabian or Turkish army

nor were they devastating

blonde haired pirates;

armadas didn’t bring them here

from the frosty north

nor were they from Tauros

nor from Scythia; stirring

the peaceful shores

on dragon resembling crafts

armadas didn’t bring them.