Númenna - Into the West
song by Annie Lennox translated into Quenya by Ryszard Derdzinski
Into the West by Annie Lennox is the final song of the final movie of the LotR films. This beautiful song is translated by me into the most accurate language for it - into Quenya. See the Sindarin translation of this poem. Compare this text with splendid translation by Thorsten Renk.
Númenna
A
Caita
carelya ammelda ar moiana.
Lanta i lómë,
utúlielyë tiëo mettanna.
A lorë si,
ar óla len i epë tuller.
Entë yaitar hrestallo pella.
Manen neyilyë?
Mallo niër antalyassë?
Rato cenuvalyë
sa ilyë caurelyar autuvar,
varna mi inya ranqui.
Man cenilyë
eccaianna?
Manen i maiwi ninqui yaitar?
Arta i Eär Isil néca amorta -
Ciryar utúlier an yulu le márelya.
Rómen ahyuva
ve hyellë telpina,
i cála nenissë.
Ilyë fëar autar.
I Estel vinta
ambarenna lómëo,
ter fuini lantala,
pella enyalië ar lúmë.
Áva quetë:
"Si utúlielwë mettanna".
Hresta ninquë yáma -
elyë ar inyë ata ómentuvalwë.
Ar elyë nauva sinomë
mi inya ranqui.
Man cenilyë
eccaianna?
Ma i maiwi ninqui yaitar?
Arta i Eär
Isil néca amorta -
Ciryar utúlier an yulu le márelya.
Ar ilyë ahyuva
ve hyellë telpina,
i cála nenissë.
Ciryar mistë
autar
Númenna.
Original lyric by Fran Walsh
'Lay down your sweet and weary head
Night is falling; you have come to journey's end
Sleep now and dream of the ones who came before
They are calling from across a distant shore
Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see all of your fears will pass away
Safe in my arms, you're only sleeping
What can you see on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the Sea a pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
And all will turn to silver glass
A light on the water, all souls pass
Hope fades into the world of night
Through shadows falling out of memory and time
Don't say we have come now to the end
White shores are calling, you and I will meet again
And you'll be here in my arms, just sleeping
What can you see on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the Sea a pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
And all will turn to silver glass
A light on the water, grey
ships pass
Into the West.'