You have proudly
kept the Greek traditions
and your noble origins at all times!

**Son of Laertes,
you have built Ithaca in all corners of the earth!
And people of all races and colours
stand silently aside, filled with awe,
as the blue and white flag marches by!
Held high in your brave and manly hand,
as you proudly parade,
astride on the steed of Theodoros Kolokotronis!

Noble wearer of the fustanella!
My true and pure
Greek of the Diaspora!!

Postscript:
Write to me if you like, when you find the time. Your letter gives me a sense of that sweet return home, at a time when my parents were still living. Now that they are no longer alive and I am cut off from home, you have become my first motherland! That is why I think of you, my brother!
Be well always!

**Odysseus was the son of Laertes.