Coranar

 Telperína lumboinen ar lossë colla almelyassë

ya enquatë nellelyar nennen helca 

lúmessë sé talulyat i narassi cuivear.

I anna tuileo.

Úrin vista nu luinë fanyarë,

mal nu lairë aldalyar ar harë lincelussë 

merin ranya ar  hautë.

I alassë lairëo. 

Rato lúmë lanyuva len exa vaima.

Laurië ar carni lassi hwinyuvar or palúre.

Tíruvan  aiwi ahosta wilië lauci hrestannar.

I linquilea lasselanta.

I lómi nar andë ar isilmessë cenin le asilë. 

I olvar caitëar lornë ar  varnë lossenen.

Quildë tura tumballor aicassennar.

I séreva hrívë.

A Year

Silvercrowned with heavy clouds and a snowwhite coat on your shoulders

Which fills your brooks with icy water

While at your feet the pastures awake

The Spring’s gift.

Blazing hot air under blue sky

But under your shady trees and near many springs

I love to wander and rest.

The Summer’s joy.

 Soon time will weave you another robe.

Golden and red leaves will swirl over the bosom of earth

I shall watch birds gather to fly to warm shores.

The colourful automne

The nights are long and in the moonlight I see you glitter.

The plants lie slumbering and protected under the snow.

Silence reigns from deep valleys to mountaintops.

The peaceful winter.

Mountains, I love your many faces indeed.