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povssumbrabook 
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UMBRA
<p>
<p>
Once, as I walked the hills above Suran
<p>
I came upon an orc, I'd first thought man
<p>
Til I perceived he was in orcish armour dressed.
<p>
I hailed him cheerily for well I know
<p>
A laughing welcome can disarm a foe.
<p>
He did not smile. His face I saw with pain distressed.
<p>
"Youth," he responded, "can you so gaily prate
<p>
When this our world is filled with woe and hate
<p>
And it seems I alone of men have been so blessed
<p>
To see this clearly and be full aware
<p>
That hope is lost? Look on me and despair."
<p>
I shook my head. "Life's good, my friend. Why be depressed?"
<p>
"Have you yet killed?" he asked through tight-clenched jaws.
<p>
"Of course," I answered. "Only with good cause."
<p>
My quick response fell flat. He sighed, still further stressed.
<p>
"Who in the Empire set you up as judge?
<p>
Are you impartial; never bearing grudge?"
<p>
I smiled, demurring. "I am but human," I confessed.
<p>
My clothes were fine. My burnished armour shone.
<p>
"I have killed boys whose parents set them on."
<p>
He said. "No coin for bread, starvation pressed.
<p>
First would they beg to buy some food to live.
<p>
Alas I could help them not. I'd none to give.
<p>
They, wracked with fear and hunger, to bestial state regressed.
<p>
At first I parried. They but charged again.
<p>
Pale, stick-like children, some as young as ten.
<p>
They fought as if to kill me were a kind of test.
<p>
Sheer weight of numbers gave them hope to win.
<p>
They had no strength, sick-bodied and so thin.
<p>
I slew them all, save one who stood as if possessed.
<p>
Aged, p'raps fourteen - I ordered him to go.
<p>
'How can I flee and leave my brothers so?'
<p>
That he would surely die had left him unimpressed.
<p>
'Fight me you rogue, from here I'll never leave.
<p>
I am no coward, nor will I live to grieve.
<p>
Redraw your sword you fool, or do you think I jest?'
<p>
All I could do was ask the question why.
<p>
'Have you 'ere watched small babies, starving, die?
<p>
Screaming with hunger, like unfed eaglets, still in the nest?
<p>
You overeat and throw your food to waste.
<p>
We would eat any, yet have we none to taste.'
<p>
He leaped. I struck. The well-honed blade passed through his chest.
<p>
The orc's green face was now awash with tears.
<p>
"That was one tale, my friend. Throughout the years
<p>
There have been many. They my waking mind infest.
<p>
It must end now and you will be my fate
<p>
If you're prepared. I would not have you 'late'.
<p>
I have been good but rumour tells me you are best."
<p>
I laughed uneasy; his own death his goal?
<p>
"You but mistake me. Find some other soul.
<p>
I am engaged on urgent and more vital quest."
<p>
He shook his head and quickly drew his sword.
<p>
"Slay me and take it. You shall be its Lord.
<p>
Quickly despatch me from a life that I detest."
<p>
"If I must fight you, I would know your name,"
<p>
I said, thinking perhaps his words a game.
<p>
"By killing me so many wrongs will be redressed
<p>
that you should know me. Call me Shadow then;
<p>
Still feared on Vvardenfell by mer and men.
<p>
Now battle. Both I and my sword you must contest."
<p>
He could not triumph, I was strong in power.
<p>
Yet, as he died, the victory felt sour.
<p>
I was ashamed and bitter - thoughts that I fast repressed.
<p>
Long years have gone since from his grasp I pried
<p>
The blade his name had shared until he died,
<p>
Which in my longsword's scabbard I quickly did invest.
<p>
And you would think his ending soon forgot.
<p>
Memory, that needs far more than time to rot
<p>
Sometimes returns with heavier meaning then expressed.
<p>
I will not bore you, listing where I've been
<p>
The pitiful, pointless deaths that I have seen
<p>
Say now I know why darkness he had so caressed.
<p>
Now if you search the hills behind Suran
<p>
You'll find no orc, just me, a simple man
<p>
Seeking... Ah, no. Why say? I'm sure you must have guessed.
<p>
I too am Shadow. That's my name by right.
<p>
Where 'ere I go, I blanket hope with night.
<p>
Knowing in easeful death alone will I find rest.
<p>
Fame, power, riches - all these count as nought.
<p>
Yet in my time I have for these three fought.
<p>
You must not follow. That is my full heart's request.
<p>
There is one chance. If you are wise and brave
<p>
Live not for self but other people save.
<p>
And redeem me. Come plunge your blade into my breast.
<p>
訳文
<DIV align="center">
<font face=2>
<br>
UMBRA
<p>
<p>
Once, as I walked the hills above Suran
<p>
I came upon an orc, I'd first thought man
<p>
Til I perceived he was in orcish armour dressed.
<p>
I hailed him cheerily for well I know
<p>
A laughing welcome can disarm a foe.
<p>
He did not smile. His face I saw with pain distressed.
<p>
"Youth," he responded, "can you so gaily prate
<p>
When this our world is filled with woe and hate
<p>
And it seems I alone of men have been so blessed
<p>
To see this clearly and be full aware
<p>
That hope is lost? Look on me and despair."
<p>
I shook my head. "Life's good, my friend. Why be depressed?"
<p>
"Have you yet killed?" he asked through tight-clenched jaws.
<p>
"Of course," I answered. "Only with good cause."
<p>
My quick response fell flat. He sighed, still further stressed.
<p>
"Who in the Empire set you up as judge?
<p>
Are you impartial; never bearing grudge?"
<p>
I smiled, demurring. "I am but human," I confessed.
<p>
My clothes were fine. My burnished armour shone.
<p>
"I have killed boys whose parents set them on."
<p>
He said. "No coin for bread, starvation pressed.
<p>
First would they beg to buy some food to live.
<p>
Alas I could help them not. I'd none to give.
<p>
They, wracked with fear and hunger, to bestial state regressed.
<p>
At first I parried. They but charged again.
<p>
Pale, stick-like children, some as young as ten.
<p>
They fought as if to kill me were a kind of test.
<p>
Sheer weight of numbers gave them hope to win.
<p>
They had no strength, sick-bodied and so thin.
<p>
I slew them all, save one who stood as if possessed.
<p>
Aged, p'raps fourteen - I ordered him to go.
<p>
'How can I flee and leave my brothers so?'
<p>
That he would surely die had left him unimpressed.
<p>
'Fight me you rogue, from here I'll never leave.
<p>
I am no coward, nor will I live to grieve.
<p>
Redraw your sword you fool, or do you think I jest?'
<p>
All I could do was ask the question why.
<p>
'Have you 'ere watched small babies, starving, die?
<p>
Screaming with hunger, like unfed eaglets, still in the nest?
<p>
You overeat and throw your food to waste.
<p>
We would eat any, yet have we none to taste.'
<p>
He leaped. I struck. The well-honed blade passed through his chest.
<p>
The orc's green face was now awash with tears.
<p>
"That was one tale, my friend. Throughout the years
<p>
There have been many. They my waking mind infest.
<p>
It must end now and you will be my fate
<p>
If you're prepared. I would not have you 'late'.
<p>
I have been good but rumour tells me you are best."
<p>
I laughed uneasy; his own death his goal?
<p>
"You but mistake me. Find some other soul.
<p>
I am engaged on urgent and more vital quest."
<p>
He shook his head and quickly drew his sword.
<p>
"Slay me and take it. You shall be its Lord.
<p>
Quickly despatch me from a life that I detest."
<p>
"If I must fight you, I would know your name,"
<p>
I said, thinking perhaps his words a game.
<p>
"By killing me so many wrongs will be redressed
<p>
that you should know me. Call me Shadow then;
<p>
Still feared on Vvardenfell by mer and men.
<p>
Now battle. Both I and my sword you must contest."
<p>
He could not triumph, I was strong in power.
<p>
Yet, as he died, the victory felt sour.
<p>
I was ashamed and bitter - thoughts that I fast repressed.
<p>
Long years have gone since from his grasp I pried
<p>
The blade his name had shared until he died,
<p>
Which in my longsword's scabbard I quickly did invest.
<p>
And you would think his ending soon forgot.
<p>
Memory, that needs far more than time to rot
<p>
Sometimes returns with heavier meaning then expressed.
<p>
I will not bore you, listing where I've been
<p>
The pitiful, pointless deaths that I have seen
<p>
Say now I know why darkness he had so caressed.
<p>
Now if you search the hills behind Suran
<p>
You'll find no orc, just me, a simple man
<p>
Seeking... Ah, no. Why say? I'm sure you must have guessed.
<p>
I too am Shadow. That's my name by right.
<p>
Where 'ere I go, I blanket hope with night.
<p>
Knowing in easeful death alone will I find rest.
<p>
Fame, power, riches - all these count as nought.
<p>
Yet in my time I have for these three fought.
<p>
You must not follow. That is my full heart's request.
<p>
There is one chance. If you are wise and brave
<p>
Live not for self but other people save.
<p>
And redeem me. Come plunge your blade into my breast.
<p>
