Song by John Keats, translated by Thorsten Renk
Nurruis oialë eressië hrestassen,
ar i taurë falmaryalinen sa quáta
i únótimë rondoli an i quetta
Hecateo lavë yára lammanta halda tien.
Rimbë lúmi sa hirna moica indossë
sa i ampitya hyalma úva colda
aurissen yallo lantaina
írë vilyo vaiwar leryainë mettassë.
Ai ellë! yaron hendun mauya sérë,
á meryata earo látienen.
Ai ellë! yaron hlarië quátina rómanen
var arrimba úvanima lírinen
á harë felyo assassë intien,
an ortallë vë earello quen tullë.
It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often 'tis in such gentle temper found
That scaresly will the very smallest shell
Be moved for days from where is sometimes fell,
When last the winds of heaven where unbound.
Oh ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,
Feast upon the wideness of the sea -
Oh ye! Whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody -
Sit ye near some old cavern's mouth and brood,
Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs quired.
YOU ARE READING
Elvish Lyrics
PoetryElvish Lyrics in the languages by the great J.R.R. Tolkien. Songs, poems and text translations.
