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(n) for which there is no real translation.

hiraeth

hiraeth (n.)

hiraeth (n.) a homesickness for a home you cannot return to,

hiraeth (n.) a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, a home which maybe never was.

hiraeth ̶(̶n̶.̶)̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶s̶i̶c̶k̶n̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶t̶u̶r̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶,̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶c̶h̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶.

hiraeth ̶(̶n̶.̶)̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶s̶i̶c̶k̶n̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶t̶u̶r̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶,̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶c̶h̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶. no

hiraeth ̶(̶n̶.̶)̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶s̶i̶c̶k̶n̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶t̶u̶r̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶,̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶c̶h̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶. no,

hiraeth ̶(̶n̶.̶)̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶s̶i̶c̶k̶n̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶t̶u̶r̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶,̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶c̶h̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶. no, this is wrong.

hiraeth ̶(̶n̶.̶)̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶s̶i̶c̶k̶n̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶t̶u̶r̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶,̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶c̶h̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶. no, this is wrong. there is no translation

hiraeth ̶(̶n̶.̶)̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶s̶i̶c̶k̶n̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶t̶u̶r̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶,̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶c̶h̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶. no, this is wrong. there is no translation,

there is no translation, but there is this poem

there is no translation, but there is this poem,

there is no translation, but there is this poem, and that is all I have

there is no translation, but there is this poem, and that is all I have.

and there was no translation

and there was no translation for the whispers I heard on the wind

of what home could have been like

of what home could have been like.

I could not

I could not put into words

I could not put into words the ache

I could not put into words the ache in my chest

I could not put into words the ache in my chest when the burn

I could not put into words the ache in my chest when the burn of my

I could not put into words the ache in my chest when the burn of my longing

I could not put into words the ache in my chest when the burn of my longing faded into nothing

I could not put into words the ache in my chest when the burn of my longing faded into nothing,

I could not put into words the ache in my chest when the burn of my longing faded into nothing, as the ashes

I could not put into words the ache in my chest when the burn of my longing faded into nothing, as the ashes of all the ways

I could not put into words the ache in my chest when the burn of my longing faded into nothing, as the ashes of all the ways I could have lived

I could not put into words the ache in my chest when the burn of my longing faded into nothing, as the ashes of all the ways I could have lived evaporated

evaporated

into lost dreams evaporated

and yearning into lost dreams evaporated

and yearning. into lost dreams evaporated

the nostalgia

the nostalgia still remains in me

the nostalgia still remains in me and how I

and how I managed to survive

without you

without you is something

without you is something I'll never know

without you is something I'll never know.

Sometimes I don't really know.

If the home

If the home is the hearth

If the home is the hearth,

If the home is the hearth, my fireplace is dimly lit

If the home is the hearth, my fireplace is dimly lit and the cabin

If the home is the hearth, my fireplace is dimly lit and the cabin is lost in the woods

If the home is the hearth, my fireplace is dimly lit and the cabin is lost in the woods,

If the home is the hearth, my fireplace is dimly lit and the cabin is lost in the woods, because without a place

If the home is the hearth, my fireplace is dimly lit and the cabin is lost in the woods, because without a place to rest my weary feet

If the home is the hearth, my fireplace is dimly lit and the cabin is lost in the woods, because without a place to rest my weary feet,

If the home is the hearth, my fireplace is dimly lit and the cabin is lost in the woods, because without a place to rest my weary feet, my soul

If the home is the hearth, my fireplace is dimly lit and the cabin is lost in the woods, because without a place to rest my weary feet, my soul shall never

If the home is the hearth, my fireplace is dimly lit and the cabin is lost in the woods, because without a place to rest my weary feet, my soul shall never find peace

If the home is the hearth, my fireplace is dimly lit and the cabin is lost in the woods, because without a place to rest my weary feet, my soul shall never find peace.

since no matter

since no matter how many roads I walk,

there is no path

there is no path that would ever,

that would ever, ever,

ever, lead back to you

ever, lead back to you.

there is no path that would ever, ever, lead back to you.

and there is no translation

and there is no translation for this feeling

and there is no translation for this feeling (in the English language)

and there is no translation for this feeling (in the English language) but my people

and there is no translation for this feeling (in the English language) but my people call it hiraeth

and there is no translation for this feeling (in the English language) but my people call it hiraeth.

it is homesickness

it is homesickness,

it is homesickness, it is irrational

it is homesickness, it is irrational,

it is homesickness, it is irrational, it is loss

it is homesickness, it is irrational, it is loss,

it is homesickness, it is irrational, it is loss, it is despair

it is homesickness, it is irrational, it is loss, it is despair,

it is homesickness, it is irrational, it is loss, it is despair, it is for when

it is irrational, it is loss, it is despair, it is for when there is no

it is loss, it is despair, it is for when there is no amount of words

it is loss, it is for when there is no amount of words that can heal

it is loss, it is for when there is no amount of words that can heal the chasm in your chest

it is for when there is no amount of words that can heal the chasm in your chest.

it is for when

it is for when you miss what you

it is for when you miss what you can never have.

it is for when you miss what you can never have. when you miss

it is for when you miss what you can never have. when you miss the person

it is for when you miss what you can never have. when you miss the person you never were

it is for when you miss what you can never have. when you miss the person you never were.

I did my best to translate the word hiraeth into English using this poem,

I did my best to translate the word hiraeth into English using this poem, it's not perfect,

I did my best to translate the word hiraeth into English using this poem, it's not perfect, but I think it's beautiful.

I did my best to translate the word hiraeth into English using this poem, it's not perfect, but I think it's beautiful. Sometimes Commaful feels like home, but-

I did my best to translate the word hiraeth into English using this poem, it's not perfect, but I think it's beautiful. Sometimes Commaful feels like home, but- sometimes I don't really know.

I did my best to translate the word hiraeth into English using this poem, it's not perfect, but I think it's beautiful. Sometimes Commaful feels like home, but- sometimes I don't really know. -@elleseng

sometimes -@elleseng

sometimes the hiraeth gets me. -@elleseng

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