Wrapped in the field, in mist and cold*
Shines a sparkle, in the dew
When the sky turns from black to blue
Ostara
In the east where the night began< br/>Awakens the light of the morning sun
Her morning blesses our source
Ostara
In the early morning, when the day begins
And the sun blinds the field of stars
When the spring winter conquers
Ostara
At dawn, seen by us
Sunlight makes a path of gold
Through the chilly mists in the forest
Ostara
Night and day reach equilibrium
Long-awaited return of light
When the sun rises and the cold disappears
And the light of life shines on the land
Feel the warmth in the morning
Lush green sprouts from cold ground
When the Saxon people greet the sun
On the hills bathed in its glow

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