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Hiraeth a Cynefin: The call of Taliesin
ОглавлениеYou are calling me. Incessantly, beating wildly in my ears, haunting me, following me, no matter where I go.
Your words echo in my heart, weaving glistening spirals, drawing endless paths through deep forests. Your tales come alive in my every dream, your voice sings in my head, charming and bewitching me, no matter where I go.
Cynefin
The land of my fathers, the land I once knew, is hidden in the mists of time. It lies beyond the haze of yesterdays, the ages that have come and gone. The place I once loved is no longer mine, yet I remember it still – the castle on the hill, the swift river of silver and white, running its course below the castle walls.
Hiraeth
I remember everything, yet it is no longer mine. The man, taller than many, dressed in greens and gold, his hair auburn as the young fall, his eyes – the multitude of forest greens. His voice, soft and quiet, yet at times- harsh and thunderous. His hands, caressing the silver harp, his fingers long and strong.
Cynefin
The life unknown, the life gone, the life unreachable- that once was mine. I remember it all, as well as I remember the names. The name of the land my heart still aches for, and the name of the man, who is now a legend.
Hiraeth
That is all I have left now. The names and feelings. Places and faces. Cynefin and hiraeth. Cymru. Taliesin. Aneurin.
The story now lost.
Forever.
Till the hiraeth runs dry.
When the time comes
For the bard to leave
The hills open
And the Neighbors greet him
As if he were one of their own.
When the time comes
For the bard to flourish
The hills open
And the Fair ones bless him
With the gift of the flowing verse.
When the time comes
For the bard to sing
The hills open
And the Awen shines
Brighter than the sun.
Then the world stops
As there is no time
But eternity
For the one who sings.
When the moment is right
Everything falls into place.
Heed my word
For it is me who tells you this:
Nothing is impossible for the one wishing to hear,
Nothing is impossible for the one ready to sing
