May it be
Elvish Poetry...
(in Neo-Sindarin)
Naergon an Thinnuel (a Tinw)
Lament for Evenstar (and the little star)
| Ne minuial tôl lû Ir tirich er-'îl gelair awarthannen Ir in-elenath gwennin. I 'îl thinna, i amar ú-dhartha. |
At starfade a time comes When you see one brilliant star left behind When the starry host has departed. The star fades, the world does not wait. |
| Am man darthon a linnon Nu galad hen fireb? |
Why do I linger and sing Under this fading/mortal light? |
| Eirien vi elenyr Enni e bain. Brethil nui mellyrn Enni e bain. Gwilwileth or alph Enni e bain. Tinnu aphada Chelluin Enni e bain. |
There is a daisy among the elanor blossoms To me it is fair. There is a birch tree under the mallorn trees To me it is fair. There is a butterfly above the swan To me it is fair. A spark/small star follows Sirius To me it is fair. |
| I laiss e-mallorn ernediaid. El-lass dithen, el-lass fíreb Gâr chinnen. Ir dannatha? |
The leaves of the mallorn are numberless One tiny leaf, one fading leaf Holds my eyes. When will it fall? |
| I-'îl gelair fîr. Si e gwanna Menel. Si gwannathon i amar Garel lass vi cammen. |
The brilliant star is fading Now it departs the heavens Now I will depart the world Holding a leaf in my hand. |
In Ithilien
| The leaves of the beeches breathe The sparkling air of day's awakening. The birches spread the buds of leaves For the small singing birds to linger there. In Ithilien, land of the tuneful waterfalls Wandering-together heals my beloved. |
I laiss i-ferin thuiar I 'wilith lim echui aur. I mrethil peliar duiw laiss Af filig linnol der' ennas. Vi Ithilien, dôr lenthir lind Gorain nesta velethril nín. |
I-'wathrad Balannor
The Darkening of Valinor
| A! Tollen gûr na Balannor Nu goll dhúath e nathron dhonn Onethelais panna i nôr Gelaidh gelaid go linnod an Nestad. Ai nae úamdir dâr. |
O! Come is death to Valinor Under shadowy cloak of the dark weaver. Yavanna fills the place of the Trees of Light with a chant for Healing. Ah alas, no hope remains. |
| Harnannin athan nestad bân Telperion a Laurelin. In edhil sí awarthar Dhûn Farol i viriath corin E galad vedui o Aman. |
Wounded beyond all healing Are Telperion and Laurelin. The elves there depart the west Seeking the jewels made From the last light of Aman. |
| I aear dholl. Saer dîn vanadh. Aphadar 'lîn e-fast i chîn Finarfin. Athradar athrad Chelegnen. Sí falas thrúnen. I ithil eria. Romru cân. |
The sea is dark. Bitter their fate. They follow the gleam of the hair of the children Of Finarfin. They cross the icy Passage. There is the eastern shore. The moon rises. Trumpets ring out. |
