Long has the land that gave me birth
lain in winter’s dark grip.
This is nature’s vesper time where she worships
At the altar of ice and snow.
Into this dark night I do not venture wayfaring is for another time.
This is the time to join the dormant dormouse
curled in its nest.
But a change is coming whispers are in the wind winter is loosing its grip.
New life is stirring budding forth
From a land locked in quietude.
Spring is here!
and the ice and snow retreat.
Now is the time to venture out into
The highways and byways of the land that gave me birth
and as I go, I spy the dormouse at his matins,
giving thanks at the altar of fruitfulness
Pangur-ban
lain in winter’s dark grip.
This is nature’s vesper time where she worships
At the altar of ice and snow.
Into this dark night I do not venture wayfaring is for another time.
This is the time to join the dormant dormouse
curled in its nest.
But a change is coming whispers are in the wind winter is loosing its grip.
New life is stirring budding forth
From a land locked in quietude.
Spring is here!
and the ice and snow retreat.
Now is the time to venture out into
The highways and byways of the land that gave me birth
and as I go, I spy the dormouse at his matins,
giving thanks at the altar of fruitfulness
Pangur-ban
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