Tornano i Clamavi de Profundis nel nostro appuntamento con la #musicatolkieniana, oggi con “The Song of Eärendil”
Testo:
Eärendil was a mariner
That tarried in Arvernien
He built a boat of timber felled
In Nimbrethil to journey in
Her sails he wove of silver fair
Of silver were her lanterns made
Her prow was fashioned like a swan
And light upon her banners laid
In panoply of ancient kings
In chainéd rings he armoured him
His shining shield was scored with runes
To ward all wounds and harm from him
His bow was made of dragon-horn
His arrows shorn of ebony
Of silver was his habergeon
His scabbard of chalcedony
His sword of steel was valiant
Of adamant his helmet tall
An eagle-plume upon his crest
Upon his breast an emerald
Beneath the Moon and under star
He wandered far from northern strands
Bewildered on enchanted ways
Beyond the days of mortal lands
From gnashing of the Narrow Ice
Where shadow lies on frozen hills
From nether heats and burning waste
He turned in haste, and roving still
On starless waters far astray
At last he came to Night of Naught
And passed, and never sight he saw
Of shining shore nor light he sought
The winds of wrath came driving him
And blindly in the foam he fled
From west to east and errandless
Unheralded he homeward sped
There flying Elwing came to him
And flame was in the darkness lit
More bright than light of diamond
The fire upon her carcanet
The Silmaril she bound on him
And crowned him with the living light
And dauntless then with burning brow
He turned his prow; and in the night
From Otherworld beyond the Sea
There strong and free a storm arose
A wind of power in Tarmenel
By paths that seldom mortal goes
His boat it bore with biting breath
As might of death across the grey
And long forsaken seas distressed
From east to west he passed away
Through Evernight he back was borne
On black and roaring waves that ran
O’er leagues unlit and foundered shores
That drowned before the Days began
Until he heard on strands of pearl
Where ends the world the music long
Where ever-foaming billows roll
The yellow gold and jewels wan
He saw the Mountain silent rise
Where twilight lies upon the knees
Of Valinor, and Eldamar
Beheld afar beyond the seas
A wanderer escaped from night
To haven white he came at last
To Elvenhome the green and fair
Where keen the air, where pale as glass
Beneath the Hill of Ilmarin
A-glimmer in a valley sheer
The lamplit towers of Tirion
Are mirrored on the Shadowmere
He tarried there from errantry
And melodies they taught to him
And sages old him marvels told
And harps of gold they brought to him
They clothed him then in elven-white
And seven lights before him sent
As through the Calacirian
To hidden land forlorn he went
He came unto the timeless halls
Where shining fall the countless years
And endless reigns the Elder King
In Ilmarin on Mountain sheer
And words unheard were spoken then
Of folk of Men and Elven-kin
Beyond the world were visions showed
Forbid to those that dwell therein
A Elbereth Gilthoniel!…