Mari Shaman

A cycle of poems «Whispers of Mari El»

In the whispering woods where the shadows play, 
A spirit awakens with the break of day. 
Through the mist and the fog, with a heart full of fire, 
The Mari shaman calls to those who desire. 

Oh, Mari shaman, guide us through the night, 
With your ancient wisdom, bring our souls to light. 
In the dance of the spirits, let our voices rise, 
Together we’ll honor the earth and the skies. 

From the depths of the forest to the rivers that flow, 
Your presence surrounds us, in the winds that blow. 
With each beat of the drum, we feel the earth’s embrace, 
As the echoes of our ancestors fill this sacred space. 

Oh, Mari shaman, guide us through the night, 
With your ancient wisdom, bring our souls to light. 
In the dance of the spirits, let our voices rise, 
Together we’ll honor the earth and the skies. 

In the circle of fire, we gather as one, 
With the stars as our witness, our journey’s begun. 
Through trials and triumphs, we stand side by side, 
With the Mari shaman leading, there’s nothing to hide. 

As the moonlight cascades on our faces aglow, 
We sing for the fallen, for the seeds we sow. 
With each chant and each heartbeat, we’re woven as kin, 
In the tapestry of nature, where our stories begin. 

Oh, Mari shaman, guide us through the night, 
With your ancient wisdom, bring our souls to light. 
In the dance of the spirits, let our voices rise, 
Together we’ll honor the earth and the skies. 

So let this hymn echo in the valleys so deep, 
For the Mari shaman watches over our sleep. 
With reverence and love, we’ll carry your flame, 
In the heart of the wild, forever we’ll remain.