A Jewel in My Hand
Mîr Mi Cammen
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I can see past All your horizons But I cannot see Where you've gone.
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Gerin athan-dírad i 'land gened lín; ú-erin cened an ir mistannech.
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I can outrun Your mortal years But I never wished To leave you behind.
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Gerin athan-nored ínnath fíreb lín; alui anirnen le awarthad.
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Seven hundred autumns Seven hundred springs There were before I met the son of kings.
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Iavais ar Ethuil odog herain gwanner nu gevennin erainion.
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At your summons I left my own kind And took the road Into the west.
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Na dolthad lín awarthannen nos nín aphadol i râd nan Annûn.
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In the words of my people You called me gwador In the words of your people I called you friend.
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Na bith gwaith nín estannech nin gwador. Na bith gwaith lín estannen le mellon.
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To the White City I would have followed you To the Black Gate.
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Gernin iest aphaded nan garas fain a gernin iest aphaded nan morannon.
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Now I stand still And my eyes see nothing But a silver jewel Cupped in my hand.
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Si derin ú-genel a tiriel ú-nad athan vîr gelevon mi cammen.
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So far we've travelled So far we've hunted But you've gone the one place I cannot go.
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Palan go-drevennim a go-farnem: dan mistannech na had ú-'erin baded. |