Olórë Mallë
August 10, 2002
Olórë Mallë, Path of Dreams
Where naught is really as it seems
Is where I go when night is deep
And folded in the mists of sleep.
O silver-threaded moonlit way!
O stairway lit with white star-spray!
When I sink into the night’s deep spell
I shall go to that place where no evil can dwell.
The flower-twined gardens beyond the Day
Is where each night I find my way.
With mist enshrouded forests bright
And silver umbels twinkling white.
That land where shining fountains spring,
Where golden flowers new scent bring.
Where cherry blossoms with silver leaves
Flutter upon the wings of trees.
Where a sylphine maiden’s diaphanous sheen
Shines down upon the unfading green.
And then her shoon on argent feet
Dance on the moonlight’s silver street.
But yet each morning I awake
And wonder at the Path I take,
For what I trod alone each night
I keep in my heart at the breaking light.
In Quenya:
Olórë Mallë, tië olormova
massë únáti aqua ve séyëat
massë lelyanyë írë lómë núra
ar untumpë hísiëssen fúmeva.
A telpe-lia tië isilmeva!
A vanda callë rossenen eleno!
írë lantanyë mir lúce lómëo
nauvan mi men yassë lá úmëa ná.
Liana-lot orvamen aurë pella
massë ilya lómë hirin tiënya
hísiër untúpar tauri calime
ar telpi orvar tintilar fánivë.
Men massë sílala Ehtel i tuia;
laurië lóti tulya manë-holmë.
Massë telpi lassi pior lossio
wilwëa i rámarenna aldaron.
Massë poica nalta nindë vendëo
síla nún i laiquassennar ilquelli.
Ar san tal-telminya ninquë talunta
lilta telpë mallëssë isilmeva.
Ananta ilya arin eccuitanyë
ar intyanyë i tiëo lelyanyë
an ya vantan eressë ilya lómë
hepin órenyassë írë ára tulë.
Translated by Nami Chan