Three Hours At Santi

Three were the hours Santi its rocks Its small cleft-vales The buildings rustic Sprinkled with rare hands Santi! Home of my ancestor Endowed with views By encircling seas and Waters And from your height Glimmering in the sun… The walks in the farm roads Pace after pace The crispy leaves that Rare I came by Creaked under my foot and Little stones…. You Be too sacred for me speak As I tread on the sacred ground Trod How many times! By the ancestor: And far And yet so near Below Shone glimmering Gnejna.