Pesme iz GOSPODARA PRSTENOVA

[Darlya]

Tri Prstena za prste Kraljeva vilin-vrste pod nebesima što sjaju,
Sedam za vladare Patuljaka u dvoru njihovom kamenom,
Devet za Smrtne Ljude koje smrt čeka na kraju,
Jedan za Mračnog Gospodara na njegovom prestolu tamnom
U Zemlji Mordor gde senke traju.
Jedan prsten da svima gospodari, jedan za svima seže,
Jedan prsten da sve okupi i u tami ih sveže
U Zemlji Mordor gde senke traju.

[Aradela]

[Eladan]

Uuuu, pa nisam ni sumnjao da znate prevod, uvazena sestrice. Ipak, svaka cast

[Aradela]

[Fingon]

Meni je najlepsha ona Gimlijeva pred Teodenovim prestolom:

U Dvimordenu, u Lorijen kraju,
gde retko sada stope ljudi staju
smrtnih je malo, svetlu i bajnu,
videlo tamo, vechnu i sjajnu

Galadrijela, Galadrijela
bistra ti voda izvora; sela
ti zvezda na belu shaku i blista
list ti bez mane, zemlja ti chista

U Dvimordenu, u Lorijen kraju,
lepshem od snova shto Smrtni Ljudi znaju.

A svidja mi se i ona o Berenu i Lutjeni (razumecete me ako je ne iskucam ovde )

[srb4life]

[Eladan]

Sorry, sorry, preterao sam . Nije mi LOTR kod mene inace bih nesto postavio. Ovako samo lupetam, ali necu vise

[Aradela]

Song of Beren and Lúthien

The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinúviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.

There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.

Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.

He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beachen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.

When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.

Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel
That in his arms lay glistening.

As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinúviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.

Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of ireon and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.

[Mith 'quessir]

[Mith 'quessir]

[Ali-Baba]

[Eladan]

[Aradela]

Moj dragi Lorde Mith'quessir, naravno da cu vam pesmu poslati.

A sada po zelji lorda Eladana:

Tom Bombadil's Song

Now let the song begin! Let us sing together
Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather,
Light on the budding leaf, dew on the feather,
Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather,
Reeds by the shady pool, lilies on the water:
Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter!

Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow;
Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.
green were his girdle and his breeches all of leather;
he wore in his tall hat a swan-wing feather.
He lived up under Hill, where the Withywindle
ran from a grassy well down into the dingle.

Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling!
Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling.
Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight,
Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight,
There my pretty lady is, River-woman's daughter,
Slender as the willow-wand, clearer than the water.
Old Tom Bombadil water-lilies bringing
Comes hopping home again. Can you hear him singing?

Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! and merry-o,
Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o!
Poor old Willow-man, you tuck your roots away!
Tom's in a hurry now. Evening will follow day.
Tom's going home home again water-lilies bringing.
Hey! come derry dol! Can you hear me singing?

Hop along, my little friends, up the Withywindle!
Tom's going on ahead candles for to kindle.
Down west sinks the Sun: soon you will be groping.
When the night-shadows fall, then the door will open,
Out of the window-panes light will twinkle yellow.
Fear no alder black! Heed no hoary willow!
Fear neither root nor bough! Tom goes on before you.
Hey now! merry dol! We'll be waiting for you!

[Aradela]

Eh, tek sam sada videla za pesmu o Nimrodeli.Song of Nimrodel

An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining star by day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.

A star was bound upon her brows,
A loght was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lórien the fair.

Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree.

Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.

Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed.

The elven-ship in haven grey
Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea.

A wind by night in Northern lands
Arose, and loud it cried,
And drove the ship from elven-strands
Across the streaming tide.

When dawn came dim the land was lost,
The mountains sinking grey
Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
Their plumes of blinding spray.

Amroth beheld the fading shore
Now low beyond the swell,
And cursed the faithless ship that bore
Him far from Nimrodel.

Of old he was an Elven-king,
A lord of tree and glen,
When golden were the boughs in spring
In fair Lothlórien.

From helm to sea they saw him leap,
As arrow from the string,
And dive into water deep,
As mew upon the wing.

The wind was in his flowing hair,
The foam about him shone;
Afar they saw him strong and fair
Go riding like a swan.

But from the West has come no word,
And on the Hither Shore
No tidings Elven-folk have heard
Of Amroth evermore.

[DevouredSoul]

Mmmmm ovde ima previhse lepih pesama.. vecjinu ste vecj postovali, ajde ja cju da napishem Poemu o Gil-galadu (na srpskom i negleskom)

Gil-galad was an aleven king
(Gil-galad je kraljem Vilovnjaka bio)
Of him the harpers sadly sing.
(O njemu harfista tuzhnu pesmu svio)
The last whose relm was fair and free
(poslednjem kralju slobodnih i plemenitih)
Between the mountains and the sea
(izmedju mora i planina kamenitih)

His sword was long, his lance was keen
(njegov mach beshe dug, koplje razorno)
His shinning helm afar was elate seen
(kacika nadaleko blistala prodorno)
The countless stars of Heaven's field
(bezbroj zvezda shto poljem su nebeskim sjale)
Were mirrored in his silver shield
(u ogledalo mu shtita srebrnog stale)

But long ago he rode away
(Ali odavno je odjahao, od svoh se rastao)
Ande where he dwelleth none can say
(ne zna se gde boravi i gde je zastao)
For into darkness fell his star
(jer zvezda mu pade i tama je smeni)
In Mordor where the shadows area
( u zemlji Mordor gde lezhe seni)

Nisam sigurna za englesku verziju, jer sam je skinula sa nekog sajta.... ako neko nadje neku greshku neka mi to nagovesti, pa da je izspravimo.

Eto, da i ja imam udela u ovoj temi...

Ah da... jedan od omiljenih stihova mi je i sledecji:

Ho,ho,ho to the bottle we go to heal our hearts and drown our woes!

Iliti:

Ho ho ho ka boci se ide shto utapa patnju i jad sa srca skide!