1. Maglor - to Maedhros
Heaven is silent: it's spreading so high to hear.
What is your pain next to pain of endless generations?
What is your grief next to grief of thecountless years?
Rivers of fire; ice-cold stonewalls of a vault,
Whiz of an arrow, launch'd for a victim to chase ...
What is your pain? It's a droplet for Nienna's bowl -
The bitter and bottomless dark stagnant pool of black haze.
Tell, how long can her fragile white fingers bear it,
To hope this infernal burden will not ever fall?
And, imperceptible in patched clothes of a beggar,
God is amending the ways of the distorted World.
What is the penitence? Blood can't be washed off by phrases,
Darkness in heart won't dissolve in the shine of church lamps,
A gleam of Sunrise floats away to the West with seawaves,
Brother, look back: fallen leaves have strewn over world paths.
We can not back to the source by another road,
A wheel of the Universe rolls along one-ended trail,
What is your pain next to pain I've sown around?
What is your grief lying on a disbalanced scale?
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