The first couple lines of Galadriel's Lament (
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"I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew; of wind I sang, a wind there came, and in the branches blew."
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), ten translations later, turns out to be:
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"I sing in the leaves and gold leaves and rose gold there, the wind, the wind, a broken branch."
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And then, the description of Vana:
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All flowers spring as she passes and open if she glances upon them; and all birds sing at her coming.
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becomes:
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"Some of the flowers in the spring in your eyes, open them and all the birds sing next."
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And, my personal favorite middling translation:
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Part of the spring flowers are in his eyes, open them and all the birds are singing next.
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Let's just say if I were Orome, I wouldn't be too excited about this...
