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 Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 9:03 am
A lament of Alqualondë
The original Quenyan:
A, nienya, ai! Coinya!
Ve ‘elen úyë cilya
A, nienya, ai! Meldanya!
Talantië sercëa, ai! Meldanya!
Mà aira alquaráma cirya
A, nienya, ai! Meldanya!
The Sindarin version:
A, nîn naergon, nae! Nîn cuil!
Galad alsÃla gîl
A, nîn naergon, nae! Nîn mîl!
Dangen agarwaen, nae! Nîn mîl!
Na iaun alphrafn cîl
A, nîn naergon, nae! Nîn mîl!
A poetic translation:
A, my sorrow, ai! My life
like a star that will not shine
A, my sorrow, ai! My love
Slain and bleeding, ai! My love
at the sacred swan’s-wing cove
A, my sorrow, ai! My love.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 9:06 am
Beth Gorthaur Aglar Beleth
Ai Yavanna Kementári,
heru Aulo aldatári,
Ardo coirloaron
halla calannon!
Tirelye i laitë!
Teltie na mornie?
Lumbuleambar tintuva
arambar i lindo?
Mordînorë mãn nuva
arorë i quendo?
Nai - ve i dacil úlinuvan!
Ve i caldacil úlaituvan!
Carner serker kelvaron
untupuvar lair olvaron!
Translation:
Words of Gorthaur, waning in glory (title scrawled on the manuscript later in a different hand and language)
O Yavanna Queen of the Earth,
tree-queen of Lord Aulë,
Arda’s living growth’s
tall door of light!
Watch over the worshipper!
Is darkness the last road?
Will a shadowy fate sparkle
beside the fate of the singer?
Will a dark silent heart be good
beside the heart of the speaker?
Victorious, I will not sing!
Having overcome light, I will not praise!
The red blood of living creatures
will cover the green of plants!
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 12:52 pm
Wow, I don't know any Quenya (I'm a Sindarin kinda guy) but tht is really good! (Meaning, I wouldn't know if it was correct or not.)
I'd like to see more. biggrin
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 4:22 pm
I don't know any Quenya and I barely know any Sindarin, but I like it in English and it sounds very pretty in Elvish smile
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 1:17 pm
 I saw the roofs of the elfin town
All peaked and pointed gay
And scores of Elfin chimney-pots
Smoke-wearthed in blue or gray:
WHile higher than the the elfin eaves
Grew shady clover trees,
Some red, some white, but alla-stir
With humming,gold-winged bees.
I saw the lawns all bright with dew,
The Elfin windows shine,
And frocks of greenest gossamer
Hung on a cobweb line.
I heard Elfin feet;
A spinnig wheelssoft whirring
And kettles on a Elfin fire
Make low and pleasent purring.
From grassy pastures round about
The bells of Elfin Sheep
Went twinkle-tankle drowsily
From steep to sunny steep.
And Sweetly Elfin fiddles scraped,
And clearly shrilled the horn;-
"Child, CHild, come back to Elfin Town for it's here that you were born!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 3:25 pm
That's nice Lord Noel, but I think it's "Elven" and not "Elfin"
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 11:15 pm
Estelara Wow, I don't know any Quenya (I'm a Sindarin kinda guy) but tht is really good! (Meaning, I wouldn't know if it was correct or not.) I'd like to see more. biggrin Been a while since I wrote any...
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 11:46 am
La-la-dida-la-la
That's nice Lord Noel, but I think it's "Elven" and not "Elfin"Well, it depends. In much of Tolkien's early works he wrote 'elfin' before changing it to 'elven'. (And before 'elfin' he wrote 'faery'!)
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