G+ LoME Archive
Nov 19, 2014 (12:19)
A Yeats translation into Quenya.
WHAT WAS LOST
I SING what was lost and dread what was won,
I walk in a battle fought over again,
My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men;
Feet to the Rising and Setting may run,
They always beat on the same small stone.
Laitan ya vanwa yo þoryan ya túrina,
Menin mi ohta ena enkárina,
Araninya vanwa, vanwe mahtarinyar;
Táli ké norir Númenna Orronna,
Palpante voro imya pia ondonna.