Tauralindalë - Song of the Wood

Transcribed from:   Copy of Lost Lore: Tauralindalë

Tauralindalë - Song of the Wood

Anda i Lúna-taureva enyálië;

Lúna i óri i yárë aldaron.

Nordo ar neldo, sánë ar tasar

Amárië andvaë randan fuinessë.

Apa i vinya luina sír sirë,

Sirë olla cemen, sirë olla ondo.

Lencar i auri, núrar i lómi,

Ai! i orontë avafanyar.

Nén, a nén, tínala calima,

Nén, tercáno cuiviëva ceutana!

Oiovistala, visto ilyaron,

Poito niëron ar saurana taurëo.

Nainala alda, nainiët hlarelmë.

Lertatyë lasta i sírëo alassë?

I yernë yéni lennar lintiënen.

I enwinar alcari ve hisië sintar.

Allinta i luimë valima yassë

Ilyë nwalmai cólar Eárenna.

Long is the Black Wood’s memory

Dark are the hearts of old trees;

Oak and beech, pine and willow grey

Have dwelt for an age in shadow

Ah, but the new white stream flows,

Flows over earth, flows over stone;

The days are slow, the nights are deep

But lo, comes the dawn without clouds

Water, O water, bright-glinting,

Water, herald of life renewed!

Ever-changing, changer of all,

Cleanser of tears and wood befouled.

Mournful tree, we hear your lament.

Can you hark to the river’s joy?

The elder time passes swiftly;

The glories of old fade as mist.

Yet swifter is the blessed flood

That carries all woes to the Sea.