I translated this into a few different languages and back to English:
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost,
The old that is strong does not whither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring,
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Until I got this:
All the gold morning sickness
Do not lose them all
Ma, all its flower from the body powerful
O ye ice and not take deep root, and arrive
Shivered fire you
In the dark area
Innovation is a broken knife
The throne, the crownless elected
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