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Eru Samon
Contributed by
Erualaitalmarea
on
Tuesday, 14th June 2005 @ 03:38:55 PM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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Eru Samon
Inye yalumesse ire ne ya Inye anesse meldo,
Nan si antaro olyan nwalya,
Inye ire las lil, va melmes voro ata,
An mana Inye sie melda melme na si mana Inye merana teve, nan vanye,
Mana harya anas hattir ne ya meldas?
Mana cars si sara ar cauca ne racro orenya,ar vandarya,
elye haryaro i apacen i nyere ar i tumna harna nirero tyar?
Manaro martya na Inye va hanya,
Eru Samon.
God Help Me
I did once upon a time desire that which I called "friend",
But now he has given me much pain,
I desire him no longer, I will not love him ever again,
For what I did so dearly love is now what I want to hate, but I won't,
What possesses him to despise that which loved him?
What makes him so bitter and bent that he breaks my heart, and his promise,
even though he possesses the foresight of the sorrow, and the deep wound he will cause?
What he destined to be I do not understand,
God help me.
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Re: Eru Samon
(User Rating: 1 ) by Fionndruinne on
Thursday, 4th August 2005 @ 01:50:14 AM AEST (User
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The words are compelling and emotive, but well-structured and spoken. As ever, the Quenya will move the words in its direction, in order to translate, but that is no bad thing.
Lovely words.
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Re: Eru Samon
(User Rating: 1 ) by the_frying_pan_knight on
Wednesday, 17th August 2005 @ 11:40:45 AM AEST (User
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Painful descriptions sometimes come out as the most poetic. Usually it is described through forms of lost or mistaken love. Once you find true love (if you believe in such a thing) you will write anthems about how glorious it feels. When that time comes I will hire you a court composer to write music for your poems. |
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