Tegil dîr i bâr ú-gurth,
Teithannen an naeth an-nûr.
Lîn lost i ‘ûr prestannen,
Gwenin dannen i galar thîr.
I ardh trel ú-thîr na bêd,
Bôr i rem dan i mae.
Gûr nestannen dîn i thalos,
Ceryn dangen ah vinyaur.
I togol a’ i bereth danned,
Nîf no thiad trî i athrad dann.
Harn nestannen galar thîr,
Gûr begrannen no i iest thîr.
Maethar ah tegil garn i bôr,
Naeth a’ i ‘ûr beriannen tôl.
Tôl nîf dhîn, nestannen ah aeg,
Gûr bereth a’ i athrad lîr.
English
Burnt deep within,
A shadowed ink
Of sorrow stains...
Etched by hands,
Lips that drink
Sorrow & pain.
O wanderer
See for yerself,
The weight
Upon the body
So fragile.
Truth kneels,
Before thrones,
Whilst justice
Sleeps...
Bloody tyrants
Paint lawns in gold,
And yet ink suffers.
A wound
Is not just flesh,
Silence sings
Upon stones.
A world that watches,
Untold sufferings...
Unmoved.
Yet love remains,
Somewhere flickering
Deep within the shadows,
We seek to abandon,
To turn this ink here,
Into a blooming star.
End
Subject: Struggle of the weak against the mighty.
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