“Dawning of the Festive Day” 3.1 by VbarbatoAtRoss Lyrics
“Dawning of the Festive Day”
(Sung by the troubadour)
For the villagers,
The day becomes divine, festive—
The light of the sun begins to arise
There at the rim of the sky.
It goes and goes:
To the south as to the north,
To the east as to the west.
Tentative light comes over the earth,
Dispelling darkness.
Roaches and crickets and fleas
And fluttering nocturnal moths
Rush off to their nests in fear
Of chachalacas and pigeons,
Turtle doves and partridges,
Little pheasants, crows and mockingbirds,
While red ants rush about busy.
These wild birds begin their song
For dew gives birth to happiness.
Venus, the beautiful star,
Shimmers over the trees,
Smoking as it dips down the sky,
And the moon fades to nothing
Above the green expanse of forest.
The holiday begins,
Bringing joy to our village,
For the sun, renewed,
Has come to illuminate the lives
Of all the souls who live united
Here, in our village.
(Songs of Dzitbalché 11)
(Sung by the troubadour)
For the villagers,
The day becomes divine, festive—
The light of the sun begins to arise
There at the rim of the sky.
It goes and goes:
To the south as to the north,
To the east as to the west.
Tentative light comes over the earth,
Dispelling darkness.
Roaches and crickets and fleas
And fluttering nocturnal moths
Rush off to their nests in fear
Of chachalacas and pigeons,
Turtle doves and partridges,
Little pheasants, crows and mockingbirds,
While red ants rush about busy.
These wild birds begin their song
For dew gives birth to happiness.
Venus, the beautiful star,
Shimmers over the trees,
Smoking as it dips down the sky,
And the moon fades to nothing
Above the green expanse of forest.
The holiday begins,
Bringing joy to our village,
For the sun, renewed,
Has come to illuminate the lives
Of all the souls who live united
Here, in our village.
(Songs of Dzitbalché 11)