Kernôwek. (Translation, Janice Lobb)
Gebm cüdhys emesk menow.
Pecar ha’n carrygy Torthel Dû.
Dû, üdnik, crev, ow türya.
Ker, an taclow-ma, mar danow.
Yonkneth ow còdhvos, a’s inspiryowgh dhe gara.
Poran pecar ha'n gòlow coth ow profya gidyans a'n tre'vor.
Levow hengovek kevys arta e'n geryow-ma.
Chânjya, gwaya, desedha, pecar ha’n Atlantek ow maylya Penwyth.
Gwithowgh an geryow-ma rag termyn a dheu.
Rag deneson enwejek en jei.
Cornish.
A gem hidden amongst stones.
Like the rocks of Tater-du.
Black, unique, strong, lasting.
Precious these things so rare.
Youth knowing, Inspire them to care.
Just like the old light offering guidence from the shore.
Ancestral voices found in these words once more.
Changing, moving, adapting like the Atlantic that wraps Penwith.
Preserve these words for future.
For they are a special gift.
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