Flowers of Telgárt
In the darkest corners of our
sad soul, embroidered on black
mourning brocade, grow
the most beautiful flowers.
Flowers that grew in the purest land, breathing the most fragrant air, cleansed every morning by crystal-clear dew, with roots resting in winter at the coldest place in our country. These flowers grow only on untouched meadows in protected areas and cannot be picked. We can only admire their beauty and enchanting scent. They became an inspiration for women who devoted their lives to this land and longed to be beautiful and happy.
And just as no flower on earth is the same
and none is perfect, so were the imperfectly beautiful
flowers embroidered on women’s aprons,
hiding deeply buried sorrows and worries.
In every single stitch of the embroidery lies
the story of one of us.
Colorful flowers, like joy, always grow
from the black ashes of sorrow.
They are them, we are them – Flowers of Telgárt.
