I Naergon Limraedor - The Fisherman's Lament
Tail lîn danner vain erin gloss
le yrel enni. Lebid lîn
edrannel gaded i hîr rhîw.
Rainc nîn aníranner ennas
le hebed ar ethiriannel.
Ne naergon hen gernin ernen.
Your feet fell fair upon the snow
as you ran to me. Your fingers,
you opened to catch the winter's river.
My arms sought there
to keep you, yet you flowed out.
In this sad tale, I clutched naught but water.
Reconstructed words:
Limraedor-fishcatcher. Made from lim- fish and the verb raeda- to catch in a net.
Ethiria-to flow out. Made from ed- out and the verb siria- to flow.