Mokosh

Far beyond the deep blue ocean
There is an isle, called Buyan
There a white stone Alatyr stands
It rests against the sky
On this stone there is a bright room
No one has been there before
Mokosh lives there with two sisters
They pull and twist an endless tow.

Mother Mokosh, you spin your threads
Mother Mokosh, decide the fates.
From the heart and to the soul
Goes the way under your control
Mother Mokosh, you spin your threads
Mother Mokosh, decide the fates
Human feelings, finished acts
Blended in the motif on your canvas.

You know the roads of all destinies
As you weave a life, everything will be like this.

One sister is called Dolya
She has cute face and clear eyes
She spins a smooth and golden thread, and so
Gives successful fate as a prize
Another one is Nedolya
She is a crone with a bad glance
She spins a curved and fragile thread for
Someone’s fate without a grace.

O-oh Mother Mokosh, we appeal to you
Share your wisdom, reveal the truth.

Weave a pattern of fate
Colorful, unique and straight.

O-oh please, keep the family, let it be strong
And our ways will never be wrong.

And all who are dear to me
Let them be close to me
…with me
…next to me.

You give freedom to choose the life line
And reward the brave ones
Those who chose the light path of the Truth
Open the gates of Yav’.

And those who are sinful or betrayed
Their wishes and dreams
Get great sorrow, so their afterlives
Will be full of screams.