Órëo Lairi


Quessi
(Quenya)

Quessë mas quessë rámarnya lantar,
Ondo mas ondo mandonya orta;
Aldallo aldanna yeryanyë lúménya,
Lá rámavoitë,
Mandossë,
Oiallë.


Anwa Ve Nás
(Quenya)

Mas talatsënya tuia i vanë elanor,
Mas talatsënya caita i morna niphredil,
Ento lyënna tárë aldar ortar,
Ento lyënna lassinta lantar,
Coldë mas i tulca súrë,
Coldë mas i arinya vílë.
Anwa ve nás, eressë artan,
Cenenyë vanessë,
Formenna!


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Poems of the Spirit


Plumes

Feather by feather do my wings fall,
Stone by stone does my prison grows;
From tree to tree do I spend my time,
Without wings,
In a prison,
Forever.


Even Though

By my feet grows the fair elanor,
By my feet lies the gloomy niphredil,
By my side proud trees rise,
By my side their leaves fall,
Taken by the strong wind,
Taken by the morning breeze.
Only before me, though,
Do I see beauty,
To the North!