Lellig

LELLIG

 

I know why Lellig has

Dug in so close to the water:

Too constrained by her

Mama Against a treacherous world!

 

You must not my Lellig

Play too close to the water,

For the stream, little one,

Is deep and treacherous.

 

You must not Lellig

Warm too much the toes of your sock

For the fire my child

Is extremely treacherous.

 

You must not Lellig

Climb high in the bough,

The trees' branches my bird

Are brittle and treacherous.

 

When she went with her straw

To sip some sweet cider:

Not too much! ... my Lellig,

Sweet cider is treacherous.

 

You must not Lellig,

Believe in the mirror,

The mirror, my pretty,

Is deceptive and treacherous.

 

You must not Lellig

Listen too much to fine words,

For men, my daughter,

Are fickle and treacherous.

 

 

Lellig became too suspicious

Of a treacherous World:

She remained all alone,

With neither spouse nor friend.

 

One day Lellig will die

No regrets or tears,

But in the other World the poor girl

Will find a Friend.