Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.
His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.
But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.
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Гил-Галад был, — поют о нём, —
Последним славным королём.
Державу эльфов он простёр
От моря до Туманных гор.
И ярче тысячи зеркал
Его разящий меч сверкал,
И на серебряном щите
Мерцали звёзды в темноте.
Но помнят давние года —
Ушла с небес его звезда:
Скатилась и изнемогла
Во тьме, что Мордор облегла.
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Народом Эльфов правил встарь
Гил-Гэлад, мудрый государь,
Чей мир — свобода, радость, свет —
Теперь в преданиях воспет.
Был меч его, как вихрь, могуч
Копьё — мгновенный лунный луч,
И звёзд небесных чистота
Сияла в зеркале щита.
Но он ушёл развеять тьму,
Что стала гибелью ему,
И канула его звезда
Во мрачный Мордор — навсегда.
_
Гил-Гэлад, светлый государь,
Последний всеэльфийский царь.
Хотел навеки превозмочь
Нависшую над миром ночь.
Сиял, как солнце, щит в ночи.
Ломались черные мечи.
А светлый меч меж черных скал
Разящей молнией сверкал.
И царь сумел развеять ночь —
Развеять, но не превозмочь,—
И закатилась навсегда
За край небес его звезда.
Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.
His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.
But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.
_
Gil-galad was - sing about it -
The last glorious king.
Power to the Elves, he stretched out
From the sea to the Misty Mountains.
And brighter than a thousand mirrors
His smashing sword sparkled,
And silver shield
Twinkling stars in the dark.
But remember the old year -
She left his star from heaven:
Stingrays and fainted
In the darkness that enfolded Mordor.
_
People of the Elves of old rules
Gil-galad, the wise sovereign,
Whose world - freedom, joy, light -
Now, in the legends sung.
Was his sword, like a whirlwind, mighty
Javelin - instant a moonbeam,
And the stars of heaven purity
He shone in the mirror shield.
But he went to dispel darkness,
What was the death of him,
And the thing of it Star
In a gloomy Mordor - forever.
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Gil-galad, bright sir,
Last vseelfiysky king.
I wanted to overcome forever
Looming over the world overnight.
He shone like the sun shield at night.
Scrap black swords.
A light sword between black rocks
Striking lightning flashed.
And the king was able to dispel the night -
Dispel but not overcome -
And sunsets forever
Over the edge of heaven, his star.
