Siddhartha - Ένα ινδικό ποίημα / An Indian Poem

τ ι ς ε π ό μ ε ν ε ς μ έ ρ ε ς , ό τ α ν ο Σ ι ν τ ά ρ θ α θ α γ ι ν ό τ α ν θ ε ό ς , θ α ή τ α ν ε κ ε ί
in days to come, when Siddhartha would become a god, he would be there
ό τ α ν θ α έ μ π α ι ν ε σ τ ο έ ν δ ο ξ ο , θ α ή τ α ν ε κ ε ί
when he would join the glorious, he would be there
Ο Γ κ ο β ί ν τ α ή θ ε λ ε ν α τ ο ν α κ ο λ ο υ θ ή σ ε ι ω ς φ ί λ ο τ ο υ
Govinda wanted to follow him as his friend
ή τ α ν ο σ ύ ν τ ρ ο φ ό ς τ ο υ κ α ι ο υ π η ρ έ τ η ς τ ο υ
he was his companion and his servant
ή τ α ν ο δ ό ρ α τ ο ς κ α ι η σ κ ι ά τ ο υ
he was his spear-carrier and his shadow
Ο Σ ι ν τ ά ρ θ α α γ α π ή θ η κ ε α π ό ό λ ο υ ς
Siddhartha was loved by everyone
Ή τ α ν π η γ ή χ α ρ ά ς γ ι α ό λ ο υ ς
He was a source of joy for everybody
ή τ α ν μ ι α α π ό λ α υ σ η γ ι α ό λ ο υ ς τ ο υ ς
he was a delight for them all
Α λ λ ά α υ τ ό ς , ο Σ ι ν τ ά ρ θ α , δ ε ν ή τ α ν π η γ ή χ α ρ ά ς γ ι α τ ο ν ε α υ τ ό τ ο υ
But he, Siddhartha, was not a source of joy for himself
δ ε ν β ρ ή κ ε α π ό λ α υ σ η σ τ ο ν ε α υ τ ό τ ο υ
he found no delight in himself