Pesme iz GOSPODARA PRSTENOVA

[Aradela]

[Ainuwen]

[GilGaladriel]

[Aradela]

[Darlya]

[Aradela]

The Ent and the Ent-wife

ENT:
When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough;
When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow;
When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain-air,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is fair!

ENTWIFE:
When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade;
When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid;
When shower and Sun upon the Earth with fragrance fill the air,
I'll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair.

ENT:
When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;
When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!

ENTWIFE:
When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown;
When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town;
When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West,
I'll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best!

ENT:
When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay;
When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day;
When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain
I'll look for thee, and call to thee; I'll come to thee again!

ENTWIFE:
When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last;
When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past;
I'll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again:
Together we will tkae the road beneath the bitter rain!

BOTH:
Together we will take the road that leads into the West,
And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.

[Darlya]

U Dvimoldenu,u Lorijen kraju
Gde retko kada stope ljudi staju,
Smrtnih je samo malo svetla bajna
Videlo tamo večna i sjajna.
Galadrijela,Galadrijela!
Bistra ti voda od izvora,sela
Ti zvezda na belu šaku;blista
List ti bez mane,zemlja ti čista
U Dvimoldenu,U Lorijen kraju
Lepšem od snova što Smrtni ljudi znaju.

[Darlya]

Kano miš sam siv,
Poput kuće div,
Nos mi kao guja,
Zemlju ko oluja
Tresem dokle trupćem travom;
Drvo krcka, prolazim ja glavom.
Usred usta rogat
Idem Jugom nogat,
Ušesima mašem svojim.
Za godina sto ne brojim
Svud okolo trupkam, gegam,
A na zemlju nikad legam,
Ma ni kad se mre.
Ja olifant sam, bre,
Najveći od sviju njih,
Grdnih, starih, visokih.
Mene da si ikad sreo,
Nikad s uma ne bi smeo.
Nikada li nema toga,
Nisam zbiljski, misliš stoga;
Ali ja sam olifantom starim,
I nikako da lažem ne marim.


Grey as a mouse,
Big as a house,
Nose like a snake,
I make the earth shake,
As I tramp through the grass;
Trees crack as I pass.
With horns in my mouth
I walk in the South,
Flapping big ears.
Beyond count of years
I stump round and round,
Never lie on the ground,
Not even to die.
Oliphaunt am I,
Biggest of all,
Huge, old, and tall.
If ever you'd met me
You wouldn't forget me.
If you never do,
You won't think I'm true;
But old Oliphaunt am I,
And I never lie.

[Mith 'quessir]

Ne znam da li je neko ovo vec postovao ali evo ga:
Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
Ah! Kao zlato lišće pada na vetru,
yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
duge godine nebrojene kao krila drveća!
Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
Duge godine prođoše kao hitre kapljice
mi oromardi lissë-miruvóreva
slatke medovine u vazdušastim domovima
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar
iza Zapada, pod plavim svodovima Varde
nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
gde zvezde trepte
ómaryo airetári-lírinen.
na zvuk njenog glasa, uvišenog i kraljevskog.
Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?
Ko će mi sada napuniti pehar?
An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
Jer sad Milostiva Varda sa planine Večno Bele
ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë
kao oblke ruke Kraljica zvezda je ispružila
ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë
I svi putevi su zaronjeni duboko u tamu
ar sindanóriello caita mornië
I preko sive zemlje tama leži
i falmalinnar imbë met,
na ustremljujućim talasima među nama,,
ar hísië untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.
I magla prekriva dragulje Kalakirije zauvek.
Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!
Sad izgubljen, izgubljen za one od Istoka, je Valimar!
Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar!
Zbogom! Možda ćeš naći Valimar!!
Nai elyë hiruva! Namárië!
Možda ćeš ga čak I naći! Zbogom!

[Mith 'quessir]

A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
O Elbereta Koja upali Zvezde,
silivren penna míriel
blješte se kao dragulji litice nadole
o menel aglar elenath!
od nebeske slave zvezde-kraljice!!!
Na-chaered palan-díriel
Sa ogromne daljine ja bacih pogled
o galadhremmin ennorath,
od drvećem spletenih srednjih zemalja,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
Fanuilos, tebi ja ću pevati
nef aear, sí nef aearon!
na ovoj strani mora, ovde na ovoj strani Velikog Mora!

[DevouredSoul]

Molila bih chalnove da ubuducje, radi laksheg popisa pesama, uz pesmu dopishu i naslov iste.

Danke!

[Darlya]

[Fingolfin The Elf King]

Ovu pesmu nisam nigde primetio; nije ni iz GPa ni iz bilo koje druge Tolkinove knjige ali hronološki spada u GP (na Vikipediji pročitah da ju je Tolkin poklonio svojoj sekretarici 1966. godine). Evo pesme:

Bilbo's Last Song

Day is ended, dim my eyes,
but journey long before me lies.
Farewell, friends! I hear the call.
The ship’s beside the stony wall.
Foam is white and waves are grey;
beyond the sunset leads my way.
Foam is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the Sea.

Farewell, friends! The sails are set,
the wind is east, the moorings fret.
Shadows long before me lie,
beneath the ever-bending sky,
but islands lie behind the Sun
that I shall raise ere all is done;
lands there are to west of West,
where night is quiet and sleep is rest.

Guided by the Lonely Star,
beyond the utmost harbour-bar,
I’ll find the heavens fair and free,
and beaches of the Starlit Sea.
Ship, my ship! I seek the West,
and fields and mountains ever blest.
Farewell to Middle-earth at last.
I see the Star above my mast!

[dernhelmyu]

Pozdrav,bratijo,nisam ovde video na Queniji ili Srpskom pesmu o Galadrijeli,bila je samo na engleskom.

[Ema93]

Ti zbogom ćeš reći i kući i peći!
Ni vjetar ni kiša nek te ne spriječi,
I kreni na put još zarana, prije prve svjetlosti dana
Kroz šumu i goru što ti se priječi.
K Rivendellu, ka dolini, ti se vini,
K vječnome gaju i vilinskoj domovini,
A glib i krš za sobom pusti, hitro, hitro k dolu se spusti;
A kud ćemo poslije, to ne znamo ni mi.
Zlo plete niti, jezom želi ispuniti,
Dok zvjezdan svod tvoj krevet će biti,
Al svi znaju da na kraju svačije muke jednom staju,
Put je dalek, al ćeš pothvat obaviti!
I zato na put još zarana!
Prije prve svjetlosti dana!