G+ LoME Archive
Nov 26, 2014 (14:04)
poem, in Sindarin
DOWN by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
Ennas vi i haint dethrin gevennin ah melethril nín;
Trî i haint dethrin e ledhiant na dail 'lyss vîw
E horthant heniad veleth path sui laiss galar bo gelaidh
Dan im, 'wîn, berhael, *ú-'wedhemmin ah hen, ae.
Vi parth na i dhuin dernem melethríl nín ah im
Ar na iaeth adlann nín e peniant gam 'loss în.
E horthant heniad guil path sui salch gala vi nen
Dan nónen gwîn a perhael ar si im níniel.