Hark, the flute laments again
and the cool springs murmur.
Golden, the sounds waft down—
be still, be still, let us listen.
Lovely supplication, gentle longing,
how sweetly it speaks to the heart!
Through the night that enfolds me
shines the light of music.
From the ocean's deep, deep depths
toll evening bells, muffled and faint,
to give us wonderful tidings
of the beautiful, ancient miracle-city.
Sunk deep down beneath the surging tide,
its ruins have stood fast.
Its battlements send up golden sparks
that reflect visibly on the surface.
Darthula’s Burial Song
Maiden of Colla, you sleep!
Around you the blue streams of Seláma are silent!
They mourn for you, the last branch
of Truthil’s line!
When will you rise again in your beauty?
Fairest of the Fair in Erin!
You sleep the long sleep of the grave;
The glow of morning is distant.
Recorded 7 March 2020, Michael Fowler Centre, Wellington by RNZ Concert
Producer: David McCaw
Engineer: Darryl Stack