hiraeth

• motamot çevirisi olmadığı için şiirlerle tanımlanmaya çalışılan kelime. en güzelini de tim davis yazmış.
  
  hiraeth beckons with wordless call,
  hear, my soul, with heart enthrall’d.
  hiraeth whispers while earth ı roam;
  here ı wait the call “come home.”
  
  like seagull cry, like sea borne wind,
  that speak with words beyond my ken,
  a longing deep with words unsaid,
  calls a wanderer home instead.
  
  ı heed your call, hiraeth, ı come
  on westward path to hearth and home.
  my path leads on to western shore,
  my heart tells me there is yet more.
  
  within my ears the sea air sighs;
  the sunset glow, it fills my eyes.
  ı stand at edge of sea and earth,
  my bare feet washed in gentle surf.
  
  hiraeth’s longing to call me on,
  here, on shore, in setting sun.
  hiraeth calls past sunset fire,
  “look beyond, come far higher!"