lintienyanen nornen lyenna
Ăș quettaron, hwesto, ve senya
pananyen ara mĂ­ne talelyar
periandi hĂșre, nĂ­ke Eldar,
illi olori i hirinyen
sĂ­manyo morne unquissen,
milye rĂĄvi, lotsi hloimie,
alcar lĂłmea, silma lumbule,
astar yo ongwe yo ĂĄre yo sĂș
quilde ye sendave tĂłpa ilĂș-
lisse loimar nainala maire
ilya ye ea ilya ye pene

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

Ingallo Ă­tarille calo cĂșna
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:

HĂ­sie cĂĄpa
quĂ­nello lĂ­nevea
or nessa arin

Mist leaps
from the crest cobweblike
over the young morning

SĂ­ ar tĂĄ, armar
rĂ­kar nore lintie
hĂ­siquessillon

Now and then, rays of sunlight
try to run swiflty
from the mist-feathers

Har Orontumbar -
I henfanwa wintea
lerya vanie
Nendi nelde cĂĄlala
mi mĂ­revea laiqua

Near Mount-Doom -
The eye-screen scatters
to set free beauty
three lakes shining
in gemlike green

Morna ...morenna
I norolinda lindo
nå hraicénima

Black ... upon black
the lightly tripping bird

Earendil firin


hehtana calo cuileo Ășna
i fĂĄna cirya quildenen lutta
nĂșn i ambonnar ñillĂ­nen hrĂ­za


yĂ©! yĂșyal yerya vĂ­ne vanwa
sĂ­, melissenya, allintie auta
a nore lisse fandos' indemma


Earendil firin; aure auvane
tehta rambasse, ninya, na mĂĄrie
vamme apsene vamme apsene

Tar-Laikafanga

Hungarian folk-tale, slightly adapted.
I hope it is intelligible so I won't give a translation, but I will be happy to answer any questions. Enjoy!

I Rusco ar i Corco

Aesopo Nyarna

The few haiku that I shall post fom now on will be mostly souvenirs from my rambles last november under the "long white cloud".

Fanyamarello
hententie ambar ve

quanta tyalmaron
ve quanta tyalmaron nĂĄ
MĂ©lamarilva

From the air
like filled with toys is
Our Home

Andafanyanor -
Vinye lĂĄmar tyĂĄvenyan
*HĂ­sionnaron

Land of the Long White Cloud -
New sounds for my taste
of the Children of the Mist

EndalĂłmisse
ettelea ilquanna
imya isilme

On midnight
upon everything foreign

the same moonlight

Tea falmannar

sie sĂ­s i nĂłrie apaquenta
i lunga raxa rihta tĂĄ hauta
ar luitamme i laika nande
ungwale nainie qualme
oloiyar ve sirion linyenwa, taura
la lemya mal quilde nique, haura

*apaquenta: foretold, promised

so here is the promised land
the heavy cart stumbles then comes to stand
and we drench the green vale
death torture and wail
flood like a river, old and mighty
nothing remains just a big white silence

just a small piece, short study in rhythm:

Uruive Uruisi lantaner menello
i raukar. Ulundoron coire
i kemen rihtane - osse haura
oloiyane i nĂłr nu i mista lumbe.
TĂĄ tĂșle Herumor. Ulumbe Undume nĂșra
hĂĄcane nu tĂĄlyat.

Naira firyanefirinye mĂ­ quilde.

Erinqua tanwa
mi ninquisse Ăș pelo
néca pampile
i métima lasseo
nixeraina olwasse

The only sign
in the borderless whiteness
is a faint trembling
of a last leaf
on a frost-enlaced branch

tanwa: PE17:186,206 has tanna and ?tanwa, I prefer tanwa to avoid confusion with tanna =tither
pelo : PE17:65,90,204 border
pampile: QL:72 trembling