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Tamas Ferencz Jan 08, 2015 (17:12)

This is the first stanza of the poem The Two Trees by Yeats. The second one is a lot trickier, so it will take a bit more time. Rhyming is all over the place, but this is the best I can do at the moment.

Meleth, tiro na ind lín
gala i Orn Aer ennas
Tuiar in ylf aer na ’lass
Ar i lyth bain rithol în;
I phil brestennin in-ioe dín
Oner galad ’ell a gíl.
I *thân e thond dholen în
ne i dhaw peniant dhín.
I rinc e-ndol *lassui în
Onen af failf i lind dín
Ar erthant lam nín a laer
Lostol ’lír e-lúth *alle.
Ennas hwiniar i Vilith
I rind lachol in-oer vín
Hwiniol, pelel ennas a sí
Úchand, *glassui, daer, sui him.
*Adiallol i *finnath rithennin bain
Ar i nored i-chebaid rafnui
I chin lín pannar na veriad vilui;
Meleth, tiro na ind lín.

BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the wingèd sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.