Talan lassea -
nu nelleo nén tinda
tuileo tuimar
cénar aurion naltar
i váner - i tuluvar

Leafy ground -
under brook's glinting water
Spring's buds
see reflections of days
those that went - those to come

Lasselanta en
mal hríve úva véna.
Hlarin hlusseya
yá lóri aunorir as
norolinde *nyarrinci

Autumn still
but winter is drawing near to us.
I hear his whisper
when dreams run away together with
lightly tripping mice.

*We do not seem to have a word for mouse, so I made the rat smaller !
A Tanka on a recurring event, when winter comes, some mice insist on putting to the test our hospitality :)

I nordor tárar
et lumbotelumello
ve tulce sundar
nute menel cemenna
hloita indo lumbenen

The oaks are standing
out of the cloud-canopy
like immovable roots
to tie heaven to earth
to poison mood with gloom