"Мой сахар - твой сахар, мутсера..."
Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.
His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.
But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.
Quenya
by Yehuda Ronen
Alcarelen né aran Eldaron.
Sen i nandaror lirë nimbanen:
i telwa ya ardarya né vanima ar latina
imbë i Oronti ar i ëar.
Macilerya né lenwa, eccorya né laicë,
silala cassarya vahaia cenina;
i únótimë eleni menelo telluma
naltanar turmaryassë telpina.
Nan yalúmë háya lendero,
ar mammen marnero úner polë quetë;
an morniennan elenarya lantanë
Mordoressë yassen i huiner nar.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.
His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.
But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.
Quenya
by Yehuda Ronen
Alcarelen né aran Eldaron.
Sen i nandaror lirë nimbanen:
i telwa ya ardarya né vanima ar latina
imbë i Oronti ar i ëar.
Macilerya né lenwa, eccorya né laicë,
silala cassarya vahaia cenina;
i únótimë eleni menelo telluma
naltanar turmaryassë telpina.
Nan yalúmë háya lendero,
ar mammen marnero úner polë quetë;
an morniennan elenarya lantanë
Mordoressë yassen i huiner nar.