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 on wings of flame.

Yet 'tis 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!