גלריית השירים בהשראת טולקין ויצירתו

"The Lay of Daeron"

שיר פרי עטו של יואל ואינגר (Elindor)

Green were the glades that once had been

Beside the deep Esgalduin,

And there more fair then tongue can tell

Danced Lúthien Tinúviel;

In Doriath, beneath the trees

That rests now under storming seas,

She danced to light of sun and moon

And gleaming stars in silver hewn;

Her hair was black as midnight skies

With grey as starlit evening eyes;

Her voice as clear as water rang,

All clad in blue she danced and sang;

With golden flowers at her feet,

Her face in shining glow were lit.

Of all the minstrels of the world,

Of which the ancient legends told,

There is no name with more renown

Like that of noble Daeron;

Of Lúthien he always thought

And all his love for her he wrought

Into the music that he made

For her to sing in the green glade;

And she was everything to him,

In waking thought and midnight dream;

And every time they had to part

It tore the fabrics of his heart;

But she had loved him as a friend

And pitied him without an end.

The years had passed, as time went on

And nothing changed, until upon

An evening clear he wandered far

To distant hills, where shadows are;

And then to light of starlit sky

He saw his loved one walking by,

And bracing in her gentle hands

A lowly man of foreign lands

Then horror filled his broken heart

And pain was tearing him apart;

His soul tormented him inside -

A thousand times that night he died;

So to the king he came at last

And told him all that came to pass;

His pain then grew, for he’d done wrong,

But still their friendship was as strong

For she knew not that which he’d done,

Though shadows on his heart were wrung;

And she had changed, and danced no more,

Her sadness at his heart then tore;

His days in endless pain had passed,

Each day more painful than the last;

But she had felt the call of fate -

Her loved one was in peril great;

And no one but herself would go

To help him in his time of woe;

So with her plan she came to him

To ask his help in matters grim;

Then he was filled with growing fear;

He felt her death was drawing near;

He feared she'd perish far away,

But her resolve he couldn’t sway

So he betrayed her once again,

And told the king about her plan;

And he had locked her to restrain

Her from her choice of life of pain;

But in her heart her love was true

And then she knew what she must do;

So she devised a magic spell

And bade her home and land farewell;

She left unseen from watching eyes

To distant lands where shadow lies.

He long despaired when he had learned

That she had fled without return;

All music died within his mind;

Tinúviel he left to find;

He wandered far; he called her name

Yet in no place to where he came

He found her nor he found a sign

Of her, or word of her designs;

So lost and hurt he wandered still,

And kept on going far until

He came to lands of shadows deep;

By water dark he sat to weep;

And there he dwells until this day;

Laments he sings there far away;

To Lúthien Tinúviel -

More fair than mortal tongue can tell;

And she is everything to him

In waking thought and midnight dream;

The only thing he has to last

Is memories from time long passed

He cries her name and sheds a tear -

Yet no one him shall ever hear.