I hope this text belongs here. It is a song to Luna Mari, the Full Moon above the Sea, which in my religious believe plays an important role.
I'd be glad to read your comments, especially critics.
Original(Cornish):
Mý a yl hý gweles yn tál mý,
Myrgh gans blewen dhu down,
Mý' m whansek rygthy,
An covath yú avel dowra clér.
Mý' m whansek rak hý lagasow,
Scaf glás avel gwaynten a dhower hag adamantys,
Pyu a'm súp, sür, war van,
Awos nep mý a grýas yndelma lýes perl whék.
Hý gwéusow, yndelma dóf hag avel an gos rüth,
Mý' m whansek rygthy a am,
Whék avel an nós ha dóf avel an lór,
Pan vynnes mý bós abel dhe omlowenhé an solas ma arta?
Hý a dhyrüsk, yndelma dyslyw ha medhel avel owrlyn,
Mý' m ow quaytya yn dan helygen,
Ha yn whansek ow myras war hý lergh,
Gwreugh gwaytya ow quaytya,bys y fydh hy genef.
Hý horf, yndelma dóf yn ow bréghow,
Pan vynnes ný bós abel dhe vos warbarth arta?
Yeunadow yma va ow quary yn kerghyn ow frederow,
Py a blat yn hý herghyn.
Hý a lever, dóf del an géryow él,
Yú ow ow perthy down dhe vés dyworth an tyller ma,
Hag a'm gas a hün.
Y'n scüsow gwýth cót.
Mý' m whansek rygthy yndelma namür,
An yeunadow gwask war nans warnaf,
Ha bytegens mý a aswon, fatel ný a vyn agan gweles arta,
Py yú pandra a'm gas a sef an amser.
Ha pan yma hý genef ow holon yú splanhés,
Hag ankevys yú galar oll,
Hag ankevys yú fyenasow oll,
Ow pos warbarth genough a saw oll ow brewyon.
English:
I see her before me,
a maiden wiþ ebony hair,
I long for her,
ðe remembrance aquatically clear.
I long for her eyes,
liȝt blue like spring water and ȝewel,
who, in a positive way, imbibeþ me,
for whom I many a sweet pearl do cry.
Her lips, gentle and sanguine,
I long for her kiss,
nocturnal sweet and gentle as Cynþia,
when shall I come to enȝoy it anew?
Her skin, so pale and soft as silk,
I wait below ðe willow,
and wistfully I'm looking for her
waiting I wait, 'til wiþ me she shall be.
Her body, so smooþ in ðe arms o' mine,
when can we be togeðer again?
ȝearning lappeþ around my þoȝts,
whom only twineþ about her.
Her voice as gentle as angel's words,
takeþ mine far away from ȝon places,
and letþ me dream
in ðe shadow o' auld trees.
I long for her so strong,
ðat ȝearning on me weigheþ
an ȝit I know, we shall meet again,
ðat is, which letþ me survive ðe time.
And once she is wiþ me my heart enlightenþ
and forgotten is all pain
and forgotten is all woe,
being togeðer wiþ'ee healeþ all my wounds.
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Original Text by me, nickname SK12, copyright-protected, see:
http://keinverlag.de/texte.php?text=166048
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