Gouel ar mammoł

MOTHERS' DAY

 

To the mother of all mothers.

 

Today is Mother's Day,

The festival of pure Love,

When hearts beat

All together,

...I'm alone,

My mothers are all in heaven

My mother by blood,

My mother by spirit,

And mother of all mothers

Mother of all orphan

...In my heart a cry arises,

In my heart a moan wells up

There are tears on my face,

A cloud in my soul.

...Oh matchless miracle,

Suddenly the sun shines

My sadness flees:

Here is youth around me,

Here are young Bretons in my house,

Their eyes full of happiness,

Their talk full of Love,

For old Brittany.

Oh mother of all mothers;

Mother of the One who is Master of all Nations,

May the blessing fall

On the young Plant of the old Nation.

 

1967.