The Coming of Imbolc

« Aoife Ní Fhearraigh – Gabhaim Molta Bríghde (I Give Praise to Saint Brigid). A beautiful song sung in Irish by Aoife Ní Fhearraigh which gives praise to Saint Brigid of Kildare, one of the three patron saints of Ireland. The lyrics are below, along with the phonetic and English translation. Bain sult a chairde ! »

Morpheus Ravenna a partagé cette chanson irlandaise que je trouve, hum, planante, porteuse, apaisante, et en même temps il y a un je ne sais quoi d’amer… Une introduction pour quelques pensées fragmentaires sur la période que nous traversons. Alors oui, c’est en anglais, tandis que ce blog est censé être uniquement en français…. tant pis. Ils viennent toujours ainsi. Je me suis demandée, mais c’était soit ça soit rien, alors bon.



Drops of blood on a coat of snow
An icy pool of water reflecting the blue gray sky
Swirls of vapours turning into cristals
The warmth of our breath being swallowed away.

I feel my skin being battered away
By the sharp teeth of biting winds
Scratching, itching
My being is shaken, attacked and pierced

I hear the snow is melting
And I wish I could peel off my skin as I peel off my clothes
That I could step away for the pain
Enter in and be envelopped by the frozen water
Water that could kill me

Where is the fire
That enflammes the water and make it sacred?
It’s a time of labour
It’s a time of pain
Where is the fire of purification?