Bum tant yn telyn
Lletrithawc naw blwydyn
I was a string in a harp
Enchanted for nine years
Taliesin : Kat Godeu
Nine years of enchantment the awen sang,
Rang from the string of the harp I became
Or which became me as I heeded the song
The harp, the harpist and the harp-string as one.
The Awen was on me, within me, around me
The sounds of Rhiannon’s birds singing out clear
The flow of the music and the flowing of time
Entwined and was still yet they moved through the air.
Time and not-time were fused in our song
Both World and Not-world keeping their part
The span of the days and the moons and the suns
Caught in the span of the strings of the harp.
It was Mabon who played then in the youth of the World
Though the music reached out, eternally young
Stretching forward in time to suns yet untold
The god, the awenydd and the harp as one.
Notes made singly and in combination, ring out into the world from the inspired fingers of Maponos who plays on the Harp of Time.
Time – the music of the world – striking the chords that measure the days of limited lives. And alongside this : Not-Time, where nine years pass in an instant as the God plays the Harp, and the sound stretches unheard into Eternity as each note is played.
So there is music. So there is silence. Between the two the God at the harp for nine years, though no time passes, as the God plays on and on ….
Was Taliesin enchanted? Or was he the Enchantment?
The God sits, plucking each string, bringing Time out of Not-Time.