The Legend of Evlasha

Fragile raven dreamer, lovely weaver
(Havli air kaelor, ered paelor)
Of the spellbound gift of hope
(N'tradi maje-tain: lu)
Soaring in her flight, a child of Light,
(Prula li ir dreu, n'luk sreu)
Dancing with the charmer's rope.
(Jaia sva direor-tu.)

Simple as the wind-call, yet she knows all
(Fisa ur uok-mat, sed ir omne majat)
That wisdom, age, youth, innocence can say.
(Mie maj, aj, sreulin, naln seaet)
The lore of generations, fates of Nations
(Valdroi m'filstriae, zen m'Pavtriae)
Are in her aged young soul, at feather play.
(Aet li ir ajn, sreun, sulenar, maet.)

A thought's brief, passing flit, and then is writ,
(Foln keler, pasa mer'i, scribn theri)
A word's bright, silvern Magic.
(Pernia'i argen maje.)
What simple beauty, look, within the book,
(Fisa-van eredn, bihale, li lihale)
Beyond the covers Tragic.
(Neio m'bovri shaje.)

A destined one, though frightened, well-enlightened
(Thulo-uan, thie tima, van manima)
To the destiny she walks. Her Rowan stave
(M'thulon ir ambat. Ir Roen djalo)
A tireless helper, journ'ying, oft-times earning
(Napsagir ashor, eva, saepe treva)
Her peridot gaze, that which truth forgave.
(Ir bih mreli, uan mie lin prajido.)

Lady of the skies, her teacher wiser
(Etrin ,'cheli, ir kiftor majleosh at)
Than any poor earthbound fool, the
(Thil aenm pov sepritain nulah)
Pale ravens' needs, Airlialinn leads
(Pel air krien, dukat Airlialinn)
Evlasha Karthaki Handreulah.
(Evlasha Karthaki Handreulah.)