The calling wind on my face

Waving from the summoning of giants

That heals my soul



The virile fragrance of alpine tor

The blowing breath of this fold

That dreams me



Pervading every single nook of existence



Veidon anatlâ

Trireinos koilon monis pantos

Volevos kaion moricus

Ni têrsos tenkos sves nâus-anatia

In litaviâ votno-ûrâ

Mê anatlô



Qe tebô lama deivos skver-ollos



[English translation:]



Mumbling breath

Flowing through the loins of my pain

Plashing at the havens

Of homeless sailors

Mooring their soulships at the urgrounds shore

I breathe in



And touch the hand of the all-pervading



Laden with the burden of this life

The barque sails through endless waters

Deep and dark



Yet gestated pristinely and free

Escorting to the biding warmth

Of the womb



"I'm a bard do you not vouchsafe my secrets to slaves

I am a guide a judge if you sow you will labour"