Walls by Cavafy

Κωνσταντίνος Καβάφης «Τείχη»

Χωρίς περίσκεψιν, χωρίς λύπην, χωρίς αιδώ

μεγάλα κ’ υψηλά τριγύρω μου έκτισαν τείχη.

Και κάθομαι και απελπίζομαι τώρα εδώ.

Άλλο δεν σκέπτομαι: τον νουν μου τρώγει αυτή η τύχη·

διότι πράγματα πολλά έξω να κάμω είχον.

A όταν έκτιζαν τα τείχη πώς να μην προσέξω.

Aλλά δεν άκουσα ποτέ κρότον κτιστών ή ήχον.

Aνεπαισθήτως μ’ έκλεισαν από τον κόσμον έξω. 

Walls by Constantine P. Cavafy

Without consideration, without pity, without shame

they have built great and high walls around me.

And now I sit here and despair.

I think of nothing else: this fate gnaws at my mind;

for I had many things to do outside.

Ah why did I not pay attention when they were building the walls.

But I never heard any noise or sound of builders.

Imperceptibly they shut me from the outside world.

As part of our interdisciplinary humanities panel for NEMLA
Translation via HelloPoetry [link]