Oilima Markirya
Kildo kirya ninqe
pinilya wilwarindon
veasse lúnelinqe
talainen tinwelindon
Vean falastanéro
lótefalmarínen,
kirya kalliére
kulukalmalínen.
Súru laustanéro
taurelasselindon;
ondolin ninqanéron
Silmeráno tindon.
Kaivo i sapsanta
mandulómi anta
móri Ambalar;
telumen tollanta
naiko lunganar.
Kaire laiqa’ondoisen
kirya; karnevaite
úri kilde hísen
níe nienaite,
ailissen oilimaisen
ala fuin oilimaite,
alkarissen oilimain;
ala fuin oilimaite
ailinisse alkarain.
The Last Ark
A white ship one saw, small like a butterfly,
upon the blue streams of the sea with
wings like stars.
The sea was loud with surf, with waves
crowned with flowers. The ship shone with
golden lights.
The wind rushed with noise like leaves of forests,
the rocks lay white shining in the silver moon.
As a corpse into the grave the moon went down
in the West; the East raised black shadows out of
Hell. The vault of heaven sagged upon the
tops of the hills.
The white ship lay upon the rocks; amid red
skies the Sun with wet eyes dropped tears of
mist, upon the last beaches after the last night
in the last rays of light — after the last night
upon the shining shore.