May you work less, yield more and be justly compensated.
May the usefulness of your work be recognized.
May your labors birth a squalling happy accident each and every year, some crying laughing infant game to seed a fertile future for us all.
May you always reach for a little more than you can grasp and find the hand extended to give you a leg up.
May there be struggle. May there be meaning. And may there be rest.
and peace to you all
Marika Papagika - Zmirneikos Balos (1928)
I Have No Hope But You
anastenaso kai pono, lipoume kai dhakriso - den exo alon apo se ston kosmo na elpizo
(i sigh in pain, i weep with rue - in all the world i have no hope but you)