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Dryadian Creation Myth: Song of the Universe

Snwor Ghursmiry

Wadcise paeronisie hwyna svetia ardcel,
Twelu zghasu duse smire drisa ardcel,
Bewuńise arzcise nagzcurota stoń ersal,
Vil snwora hrosaertcia scezeń Svetarisal.

Wadcmelise svetisie hwara hwyna ardcel,
Twelu zghasu duse zmierge drisa ardcel,
Arzcise narotisie zeń wim bzy ersal,
Vil snwora lunia scezeń Artymisal.

Wadcmelise svetisie kora hwyna ardcel,
Twelu zghasu duse zezcle drisa ardcel,
Arzcise narotisie zeń win dcely ersal,
Vil snwora soria scezeń Kollarisal.

Wadcmelise svetisie svura hwyna ardcel,
Twelu zghasu duse puscte drisa ardcel,
Arzcise narotisie zeń wiń hrowy ersal,
Vil snwora aertcia scezeń Svuratcisal.

Wadcmelise svetisie favarna hwyna ardcel,
Twelu zghasu duse skurne drisa ardcel,
Arzcise narotisie zeń wiń siumy ersal,
Vil snwora helzia scezeń Helvarisal.

Wadcmelise svetisie zavarna hwyna ardcel,
Twelu zghasu duse skarze drise ardcel,
Arzcise narotisie zeń win dcamy ersal,
Vil snwora milia scezeń Milvarisal.

Wadcmelise svetisie pscola hwyna ardcel,
Twelu zghasu duse tcamze drisa ardcel,
Arzcise narotisie zeń wiń rawy ersal,
Vil snwora klivnia scezeń Pytcmerisal.

Wadcmelise svetisie zcela hwyna ardcel,
Twelu zghasu duse zlurme drisa ardcel,
Arzcise gzcurotisie zeń win sciery ersal,
Vil snwora zlaeria scegruzyń Gruzcelisal.

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Song of the Universe

From the seed of eternity a sprout of light grows,
With many branches stretching to the whole world the tree grows,
From a split heart the blossoms give birth to good and evil,
And Svetaris begins to sing his song of space and time.

From the fruit of light a white sprout grows,
With many branches stretching to every night the tree grows,
From the heart of virtue the first blossom gives way,
And the song of the moon, Artemis begins to play.

From the fruit of light a yellow sprout grows,
With many branches stretching to every day the tree grows,
From the heart of virtue the second blossom gives way,
And the song of the sun, Kollaris begins to play.

From the fruit of light a green sprout grows,
With many branches stretching to every forest the tree grows,
From the heart of virtue the third blossom gives way,
And the song of the earth, Svuratcis begins to play.

From the fruit of light a (light) blue sprout grows,
With many branches stretching to every cloud the tree grows,
From the heart of virtue the fourth blossom gives way,
And the song of the sky, Helvaris begins to play.

From the fruit of light a (dark) blue sprout grows,
With many branches stretching to every shore the tree grows,
From the heart of virtue the fifth blossom gives way,
And the song of the sea, Milvaris begins to play.

From the fruit of light a black sprout grows,
With many branches stretching to all darkness the tree grows,
From the heart of virtue the sixth blossom gives way,
And the song of nothing, Pytcmeris begins to play.

From the fruit of light a red sprout grows,
With many branches stretching to all death the tree grows,
From the heart of malice the burning blossom gives way,
And the song of the Gods, Gruzcelis begins to disarray.

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