Song of Durin (Italian translation)


Song of Durin

The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone,
When Durin woke and walked alone.
He named the nameless hills and dells;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadow of his head.
The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty Kings in Nargothrond
And Gondolin, who now beyond
The Western Seas have passed away:
The world was fair in Durin's Day.
A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shown forever far and bright.
There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There blade was forged and bound the hilt;
The delver mined the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale
And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in horde.
Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
And at the gates the trumpets rang.
The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
  • Durin:

    Durin I (Years of the Trees – First Age), also known as Durin the Deathless due to his longevity, was the first of the seven Fathers of the Dwarves, the founder of the city of Khazad-dûm, and the first king of the Longbeards. Durin was one of the Seven Fathers of the Dwarves fashioned under a mountain by the Vala Aulë, who yearned for the arrival of the Children of Ilúvatar. The Vala instructed his creations in the speech he had devised for them when Ilúvatar pointed out that this was against His plans, and that Aulë, as a Vala, had no power to make animate creations. Aulë repented but Ilúvatar himself gave them independent life; and said that they shall sleep until after the coming of the Elves, who were to be his Firstborn. Aulë laid the sleeping fathers and their mates in deep places; but Durin the eldest had none. He was set to sleep under Mount Gundabad in the Misty Mountains during the Years of the Trees. (More: Tolkien Gateway)

  • Mirrormere:

    Mirrormere was the lake located beneath the East-gate of Khazad-dûm. It lay in the southeast corner of Dimrill Dale. Mirrormere was the source of the river Silverlode. According to the Dwarves of Durin's Folk, after Durin the Deathless had awoken at Mount Gundabad in the north of the Misty Mountains, he travelled south until he came upon this lake. He looked down in it and saw a crown above his head, being the reflection of stars above, despite the fact it was day and the stars should not have been visible. Taking the crown as a sign, he founded the great city of Khazad-dûm beneath the mountains that fed Mirrormere. A pillar called Durin's Stone was placed along the banks of the lake to mark the event. During the events that led up to the War of the Ring, the Fellowship passed by the lake after escaping Moria. Despite their hurry, Gimli would not leave without looking in the lake. Frodo Baggins joined him, and both saw Durin's crown. ((Tolkien Gateway)

  • Elder Days:

    Elder Days was a term that, during the Second and Third Age, properly referred to the times before the end of the First Age. In that context, the Middle Days were the Second and Third Ages, whereas the Younger Days were the foreseen Dominion of Men.

    However, in the Fourth Age the term began to be applied to all previous Ages, as the time before the Dominion of Men and the dwindling of the Elves and other races. Aragorn for instance, referred to himself as the last King of the Elder Days, according to the latter sense. (Tolkien Gateway)

  • Nargothrond:

    Nargothrond was the stronghold built by Finrod Felagund which delved into the banks of the river Narog in Beleriand. Nargothrond was the capital of the realm of Nargothrond between Nenning, Narog and Teiglin, including the surrounding hills of Taur-en-Faroth and the Talath Dirnen to the north, as well as Tumhalad. Finrod was the overlord of all the Elves in the West Beleriand, except the Falathrim. (More: Tolkien Gateway)

  • Gondolin:

    Gondolin, the great Hidden City of Turgon was concealed from friend and foe alike during the First Age by the Encircling Mountains, and guarded from trespassers by the Eagles of Thorondor.

    In the fiftieth year of the First Age, Turgon journeyed from his halls in Nevrast with his cousin Finrod. Ulmo guided him to the hidden valley of Tumladen, and there he founded Gondolin. The city was completed circa 116, and Turgon's people who had dwelt in Nevrast travelled there secretly, becoming the Gondolindrim.

    The city was inviolate for almost four hundred years; Turgon did not break his secret leaguer until the time of the Nirnaeth Arnoediad in F.A. 472, and even after that disastrous battle he was able to return in secret to the city with the aid of Húrin Thalion.

    Morgoth finally discovered Gondolin through the treachery of Maeglin, and it was sacked in 510. Turgon was lost in the Fall of the city, but some few escaped the destruction and dwelt as Exiles at the Mouths of Sirion. (More: Tolkien Gateway)

  • Western Seas:

    Belegaer, the Great Sea, or the Sundering Seas, also the Western Sea, was the sea of Arda that was west of Middle-earth. (Tokien Gateway)

  • Moria, in Khazad-dûm:

    Khazad-dûm, latterly known as Moria (The Black Chasm, The Black Pit), was the grandest and most famous of the mansions of the Dwarves. There, for many thousands of years, a thriving Dwarvish community created the greatest city ever known. It lay in the central parts of the Misty Mountains, tunnelled and carved through the living rock of the mountains themselves. By the Second Age a traveller could pass through it from the west of the range to the east. (Tolkien Gateway)

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La canzone di Durin

Il mondo era giovane, i monti verdi,
Non si vedeva ancora macchia alcuna sulla luna,
Non era stata posta parola alcuna sui ruscelli e le pietre,
Quando Durin si alzò e camminò da solo.
Dette un nome ai colli e alle vallate senza nome,
Bevve da pozzi ancora intonsi,
Si chinò a specchiarsi nel Mirolago
E vide comparire una corona di stelle
Come gemme su di un filo d'argento
Sull'ombra del proprio capo.
Il mondo era bello, i monti alti,
Nei Tempi Remoti, prima della caduta
Dei grandi re a Nargothrond
E Gondolin, che ormai, al di là
Dei Mari Separanti sono morti.
Il mondo era bello ai tempi di Durin.
Era sovrano su di un trono intarsiato
Nel salone di pietra dai mille pilastri
Con soffitti d'oro e pavimenti d'argento
E rune del potere incise sopra il portone.
La luce del sole, delle stelle e della luna
In lampade di cristallo inciso
Mai offuscato da nubi o ombre nella notte
Facevano luminosa strada lontano in eterno.
Là batteva il martello sull'incudine,
Là levigava il cesellatore e scriveva l'incisore,
Là veniva forgiata la lama e fusa l'elsa,
Il minatore scavava, costruendo la dimora.
Là il berillo, la perla ed il pallido opale
E il metallo lavorato in cotte di maglia
Brocchiero e e corsetto, ascia e spada
E fulgide lance erano allineate nell'orda.
Il popolo di Durin poi era infaticabile,
Sotto le montagne, si levava la musica:
Gli arpisti arpeggiavano, i menestrelli cantavano,
E ai portoni squillavano le trombe.
Il mondo è grigio, i monti antichi,
Il fuoco delle fucine è freddo come le ceneri,
Le arpe non vengono impugnate, i martelli non battono:
Regna l'oscurità nei saloni di Durin.
L'ombra giace sulla sua tomba
A Moria, a Khazad-dûm.
Eppure le stelle sprofondate riappaiono
Nel cupo e inerte Mirolago;
La sua corona giacerà laggiù, in acque profonde,
Finché Durin non si ridesterà dal suo sonno.
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