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Submitted by Atwe on Wed, 2008-02-20 09:55.


Derig erui vi morn
ar im - dannon sui gond
Le dewin. Bith dýr.
Ar i ú-iston, havol
vi dath hin chaer:
im le awarthannen
egor
Eru men awarthant bain.

you wait alone in the dark
and like a stone I fall.
I miss you. Words fail-
And what I don't know, sitting
in this pit, remote:
did I abandon you
or
God abandoned us all.


Or i arimorna tumbaron

Submitted by oreramar on Wed, 2008-02-20 21:45.

Or i arimorna tumbaron, sí ar tá
lanta helyanweo lane calima.
Pallanar i quinne ambonar
palyas linquilea vaimarya.
I yanta carina lelye armainen
anta vandar aurion caline.

Ingallo ítarille calo cúna
Hentanenye undu huinenna:
Fifírula tarmar iluména
tarir talmasse nwalyaina.
Etta calpanen helleo quiler
ar horonyen *quilya ambarenya luine.

Over dark dales now and then
sweeps a rainbow's shiny hem.
Far beyond the stony hillocks
it spreads its finely colored frock.
The bridge of delicate rays
gives promises of brighter days.

From the top of the bow of light
I glanced down into the night: