Something with different influences:

Nu linquë lossë
Orni cavir nucumnë
Hríventurenna

Under the wet snow
The trees bow humbled
To Lord Winter

I anírimar
Imb'illi sámo lóti
Álar mi muile

The most beautiful ones
Among the mind's flowers
Thrive in secrecy

I did this translation long years ago, of a poem of Endre Ady that is one of my all-time favorites. I have dusted it off a little bit now and reworked it slightly, there are still some neologisms in there, but as of now, they are still necessary. Enjoy and comment, if you think so.

Since "Enwine nission lairë" does not seem to end ...


Ai, lasselanta!
Aldar *vartar esselya -
Oiolassië

Oh, "Leaf-fall"!
The trees betray your name -
Everlastingly leaved



*varta- from N gwart betrayer (PPQ)

A short poem, but I like it:

DEATH

NOR dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone --
Man has created death.

Rosse lemyea
Laume súcas olya sí
Yáviev'anar

The dew tarries
He drinks not much indeed now
Autumn's sun

This translation is dedicated to my very own Rainbow, my personal Bifröst to the realm of Glađsheim, or Aglardh, where we will abide together until the end of all times.

Aldar lulussar
manwala culda quesset
hríveo séren

The trees continually whisper
preparing a golden-red pillow
for the winter's rest

As a little distraction from our "copying - pasting business", I started a translation of John Keats' poem "Fancy", to be continued one of these days:

Nai ranyuva intyale illume;
Alasse lemya mardes ullume.
Nu appa liss'alasse maxata,
Ve limbar terhatir íre rosse lanta;
Nai ranyuva rámavoit'intyale
Sanwenen voro pantaina pella se:
I sámo mand'ando, álye ta palya,
Etyuruvas, fanyannar amawiluvas.
A liss'intyale! Álye se sene;
I lairev'alassi hestar *yuhtiénen,
síve fíra i *alastie tuileo
tambe ná umbar locteryo;
I yáviéva yávi *carnipéiti,
*Carnitala ter híse ar miste,
*penyar lúce tyaviénen: San ma care?

Taking a break from entering entries onto EldarinWiki: this is a lyric from Syd Barrett from Pink Floyd: