Epitaph of Constantine Kanaris

I am Constantine Kanaris:


 * I, who lie beneath this stone,

Twice into the air in thunder


 * Have the Turkish galleys blown.

In my bed I died—a Christian,


 * Hoping straight with Christ to be;

Yet one earthly wish is buried


 * Deep within the grave with me—

That upon the open ocean


 * When the third Armada came,

They and I had died together,


 * Whirled aloft in wings of flame.

Yet 't is something that they've laid me


 * In a land without a stain:

Keep it thus, my God and Saviour,


 * Till I rise from earth again!