Tolkien: Song of the Mounds of Mundburg (From Modern English)

Mundbyrgleoð 
Be Iōhann Ræġnald Ruðel Tolcȳn
Ġeþēodde A.Z. Formann

Hȳrdon wē hringende      hornas on beorgum

Sweorda scīman      on sūðrīce.

Stīðiernende stēdas      Stānlondum ēodon

Swā morgenwind.      Wīg wæs geblāwen.

Þǣr fēoll Þēoden,      Þengling stranlīc,
tō his goldselum      and grēnum lǣsum

nīþheard on Norðfeldum      nǣfre gecierrend,
heapes heahfrēa.      Harding and Gūþlaf,

Dūnhere and Dēorwine,      dyrstiġ Grimbold,
Herefara and Herubrand,      Horn and Fastred,
fuhton

þǣr and fēollon,      on fēorwege:

þār under moldan      Mundbyrg ligaþ
mid gædelingum,      Gondores hlafordum.

Ne Hirlyn hlēotorht     to hlincum be flōte
ne Forlong fyrnmann      to feornum denum

ǣfre ne to Arnache,      to earde cnōsles,

Scīrsigriende
gecierdon     ne scēotendas lange,

Derufin and Dȳlin,     tō dēorcum lagwum,

Tō Morþondes morum     under muntsceadwum.
Deaþ on dagunge      and dæges wānunge
nām hlaford and swān.     Swefaþ nu lange

under Gondores
gærsum     be ġinnstrēame.

Nū gragu swā tēaras,     glīsiendu seolforlice,
þā ræsde hēo rēadu,     rariendu wæter:
Wæs brandhat brimfām     
blōdgedeagod in westlēohte;

Beacenlice beorgas     burnon on æfenne;

Read fēoll se deaw     on Rammas Echor.


Frumleoð: 

Song of the Mounds of Mundburg

We heard of the horns in the hills ringing,
the swords shining in the South-Kingdom.
Steeds went striding to the Stoningland
as wind in the morning. War was kindled.
There Théoden fell, Thengling mighty,
to his golden halls and green pastures
in the Northern fields never returning,
high lord of the host. Harding and Guthlàf,
Dúnhere and Déorwine, doughty Grimbold,
Herefara and Herubrand, Horn and Fastred,
fought and fell there in a far country:
in the Mounds of Mundburg under mould they lie
with their league-fellows, lords of Gondor.
Neither Hirluin the Fair to the hills by the sea,
nor Forlong the old to the flowering vales
ever, to Arnach, to his own country
returned in triumph; nor the tall bowmen,
Derufin and Duilin, to their dark waters,
meres of Morthond under mountain-shadows.
Death in the morning and at day’s ending
lords took and lowly. Long now they sleep
under grass in Gondor by the Great River.
Grey now as tears, gleaming silver,
red then it rolled, roaring water:
foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset;
as beacons mountains burned at evening;
red fell the dew in Rammas Echor.

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