Primordial Breath

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"