In late December Argryos flies south to see his friends
deep in the heart of the Sivain forest
he carries a large sack of food and gifts
clutched gently in his mighty talons
He lands in the clearing by the snow covered fir
and light candles on the branches with little puffs of flame
calling all his friends out of their burrows
foxes, badgers, owls and rabbits
The party lasts most of the day
until the sun sinks behind the trees
all the animals and birds gather round Argryos
until dawn comes
using his body to keep them all warm
At midday he will say goodbye to his friends
and fly off back to his home in the north
he won't return to the forest until next year
to start the joyous celebrations again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem