Commentary by Pengolodh
Zimulof Kloshtuz assemberaz ifponsil kurash azgonigil
Zimulof Kloshtuz, with desire for this – to retrace down this first crafted star of stone –
Guenso assemeraftil entil assu’eru mish-teez essu-egon-thil
Of the dead hoping to not end until returns the Great Spirit Eru: A wandering road we are on, on us shines the distant name,
essameru kilbaraf ithum-osh
The Name of the World shall in strength and majesty circle even
eparanzil thuenso thimso ethu-artil me’antu-artu ithumerasu-umo moegli-entil
Before-the-time-shall-be of these beings, of the ancient ones’ realms spring forth: We raise mouths of one spirits’ many roots, and some lays return.
afken ashulyu gleedhamu go-arfu-oansu siu
Do not [you] see first a crying forth: both the exiles raised up, and those thieving bands that did incite?
Thingolsu garfactyu eflum um miso-su thee-afu glingar-ientu
Thingol-spirit went to Lower Airs to cause someone in gloom to not be, Within a group of spirits [who] did not intend to dangle high themselves.
Kurash miggil menelmakyar-zu ka ka ak ku glongol-guru
First crafted here [in Lower Airs] was the sword Old Sky-hewer, laughing too, it sang songs of death [ tales of Turin’s suicide]
Ku-i-athil azul ish-mathil mathomaran azh-naz-su
Everyplace it was; East it was felt, and felt everywhere about the land of the spirit of flame-fetters.
Tre-entaru vinyamar oansu ithmalog augum-ish-gol gou-artu onso assu
Through that yonder new home that is of the pollen, where lore- magic is no burden and grief far off, together are raised children of great spirit.
glem-aglar-athil i-assu guensu-entil arathun rash-boon dyon ruel
everywhere gleams the glory of great spirits.
The dead then return, and one climbing high upon the rock- horn is John Ruel.
Martyu misu-un aftil-assu karkarush kretharo
To destine a creature in spirit, a great spirit does not end knife- fang-tooth encircled.