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Druidic Prayer to Kernunnos
Great stag with golden horns,
Master of Life and Death
Moors and Woods Runner
Accept our offerings
king of the forest
Lord of the oaks of the yews and the birches
Divine host of our thickets
Grant us your blessings
We are proud to be your children
Give us your blessings!
Just like the oak and the boars
O Master of Nature,
Guide your pure-hearted sons
Towards the clearing that awaits them
Under the three golden rays of the undefeated sun
In the ultimate heart of the forest
And accept offerings from their hands!
Awen!
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Prière druidique à Kernunnos
Grand cerf aux cornes d'or,
Maître de la vie et de la mort
Coureur des landes et des bois
Acceptez nos offres
roi de la forêt
Seigneur des chênes des ifs et des bouleaux
Hôte divin de nos fourrés
Accordez-nous vos bénédictions
Nous sommes fiers d'être vos enfants
Donnez-nous vos bénédictions!
Tout comme le chêne et les sangliers
Ô Maître de la Nature,
Guide tes fils au coeur pur
Vers la clairière qui les attend
Sous les trois rayons dorés du soleil invaincu
Au coeur ultime de la forêt
Et acceptez les offrandes de leurs mains !
Awen !
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Hymn to Cernunnos
By Taliesin
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From the first cries,
Since the Dawn of Time,
Beyond the thick shadow of night,
Beyond the vibrating brightness of the day,
In power you watch and abide,
Rumbling and haughty, protective father.
So many times since your advent the Wheel has turned
So many times in your deep caves the waters have flowed
So many times under your instinct the earth has vibrated
So many times, in your name, mysteries have been revealed.
And the men of old, in the mist, stood up for you
And the women of yesterday, under a dome of stars, danced for you.
From the first tremors of the world
Every union of beings through you has become fruitful.
Wild god, who searches the night
Now I sing to you.
I sing to you, in the ancient woods.
I sing to you, according to the wind that inspires.
I sing to you, on the sacred heights of my country.
I sing to you in front of the world
And reaffirm the bond that unites me to You,
the Mist Slayer
He who opens our heights
You, the bearer of the flame of life
Masters of beasts and serpents,
Thou Great Purifier
He who kneads the creative humus
And survey our dreams as priests.
By the Deer that splits the forest
By the torque and the serpent!
Womb of the Mother!
Holy Mound!
Life Force!
Dark Roots!
Let the golden sap rise!
I sing to you, Flayed Lord!
I name you, Fertile God!
O Cernunnos!
Great Horned!
Regent of the Other Kingdom!
In the right balance that ties it all together
Let your power purify the Earth from all defilement,
And rekindle in us the fire of Life.
Let your wild spirit enter this circle,
Envelop this circle,
Protect this circle.
May your free spirit, nourished by ageless instinct,
Awaken in these places the Supreme Wyvern!
Taliesin is an important figure in Celtic mythology and Welsh literature, both a sixth-century historical poet and a mythical bard of Welsh literature. It is not always easy to tell them apart, especially since the latter is sometimes equated with Myrddin. His name is also associated with the Book of Taliesin, a collection of manuscript poems from the tenth century but thought to be contemporary in composition with the historical bard. Legend makes him the "Chief of the Bards of Brittany".