The Wede of Modhir

(Lyrics in Old English Modhir is the sun in Väruld) Biforn the sterres, er space was born, Al stood in silence, voyde forloren. Modhir is the flame of alle that be. Thanne Modhir roos, her fyr alight, She shoop the hevene, sette tyme aright. I synge of lyf, of cercle’s waye, To lern, to growe, in nyght and daye. --- Her lyght she spredde, her warmth bestow’d, Thurgh endeles nyght, her stiärnas glow’d. Modhir is the flame of alle that be. They daunced afere, her children trewe, They yaf the see and skies so blewe. I synge of lyf, of cercle’s waye, To lern, to growe, in nyght and daye. --- Upon the ryme, bitwix warm and shold, The Allvaldughers wroght ful bold. Modhir is the flame of alle that be. With thoughtes rysen, her craft bigan, To shape the worldes, a hevene for man. I synge of lyf, of cercle’s waye, To lern, to growe, in nyght and daye. --- Blomster sewe with tendre hond, Grene lyf to blyve o’er stille lond. Modhir is the flame of alle that be. Rödhe caste her eyren to kyn the skies, And gray wynges toke hevenes rise. I synge of lyf, of cercle’s waye, To lern, to growe, in nyght and daye. --- Farskajaut karf beestes of tre, And yaf hem breeth wher noon yit be. Modhir is the flame of alle that be. But alle moot fade, ech lyf mot twyne, Thus lerned they al the cercle’s lyne. I synge of lyf, of cercle’s waye, To lern, to growe, in nyght and daye. --- Thanne Sial roos, with leading care, She ladde the soules, thurgh deeth al bare. Modhir is the flame of alle that be. “To be reborn,” quod she ful softe, “To lyve, to deye, to ryse alofte.” I synge of lyf, of cercle’s waye, To lern, to growe, in nyght and daye. --- The planetes turne, the sterres hem synge, By Modhir’s flame, newe lyves we brynge. Modhir is the flame of alle that be. The Allvaldughers, with grace ful wyse, Doth leden us forth to wher truthe lyes. I synge of lyf, of cercle’s wyse, To fynde the truthe, wher alle soules ryse.