Singing in ink
Singing in ink, singing without singing. Singing voicelessly, singing in ink
Gems of million colors, gems that glow in the darkness.
Gems reflecting the forest and seas.
My silent song – for my wildwood Lord.
My song of day to the Lord of night.
My only song to the one who calls,
My sunlight song – to the one in mists.
Singing in wool, singing in paths of yarn, Singing in colors of earth and stone.
Singing in ways of the needlework,
Singing to tunes that no one can hear.
Giving what I can give – in joy,
Giving in praise for the one who stays,
Giving in honour of gods and kings,
Giving whatever I can – in full.
My song – for the one who reigns in mists, My song that shines in the time of need,
My song – for the one who rules the stars,
My song that was given to me at birth.
A year and a day – to serve and praise,
A year and a day to him, who keeps,
A year and a day – to the one who cares,
A year and a day to him, who dreams.
Singing in ink, singing without singing. Singing voicelessly – yet my own song is heard.
Singing in wool, singing without singing- Singing in tune with the song he sings.
I hear