THE RECALLI am the land of their fathers,In me the virtue stays;I will bring back my children,After certain days.Under their feet in the grassesMy clinging magic runs.They shall return as strangers,They shall remain as sons.Over their heads in the branchesOf their new-bought, ancient trees,I weave an incantation,And draw them to my knees.Scent of smoke in the evening,Smell of rain in the night,The hours, the days and the seasonsOrder their souls aright;Till I make plain the meaningOf all my thousand yearsTill I fill their hearts with knowledge,While I fill their eyes with tears.
I am the land of their fathers,In me the virtue stays;I will bring back my children,After certain days.Under their feet in the grassesMy clinging magic runs.They shall return as strangers,They shall remain as sons.Over their heads in the branchesOf their new-bought, ancient trees,I weave an incantation,And draw them to my knees.Scent of smoke in the evening,Smell of rain in the night,The hours, the days and the seasonsOrder their souls aright;Till I make plain the meaningOf all my thousand yearsTill I fill their hearts with knowledge,While I fill their eyes with tears.