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 moricos Ni têrsos tenkos sves nâus-anatia In litaviâ votno-ûrâ Mê anatlô
Qe tebô lama deivos skver-ollos Qe tebô lama deivos mê anatlô Laden with the burdens 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 am a bard do not vouchsafe my secrets to slaves I am a guide a judge if you sow you will labour"