1   Maid of Athens, ere we part,   Give, oh, give back my heart!      Or, since that has left my breast,      Keep it now, and take the rest!   Hear my vow before I go,   Zoë mou sas agapo. * 2   By those tresses unconfined,   Wooed by each Aegean wind;      By those lids whose jetty fringe      Kiss thy soft cheeks’ blooming tinge;   By those wild eyes like the roe,   Zoë mou sas agapo. * 3   By that lip I long to taste;   By that zone-encircled waist;      By all the token-flowers that tell      What words can never speak so well;   By love’s alternate joy and woe,   Zoë mou sas agapo. * 4   Maid of Athens! I am gone:   Think of me, sweet! when alone.      Though I fly to Istambol,      Athens holds my heart and soul:   Can I cease to love thee? No!   Zoë mou sas agapo. * * (Greek: “My life, I love you!”)