Namárië

Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,

Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind,

yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!

long years numberless as the wings of trees!

Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier

The long years have passed like swift draughts

mi oromardi lissë-miruvóreva

of the sweet mead in lofty halls

Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar

beyond the West, beneath the blue vaults of Varda

nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni

wherein the stars tremble

ómaryo airetári-lírinen.

in the song of her voice, holy and queenly.

Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?

Who now shall refill the cup for me?

An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo

For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the stars,

ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë

from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds

ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë

and all paths are drowned deep in shadow;

ar sindanóriello caita mornië

and out of a grey country darkness lies

i falmalinnar imbë met,

on the foaming waves between us,

ar hísië untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.

and mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever.

Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!

Now lost, lost to those of the East is Valimar!

Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar!

Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar!

Nai elyë hiruva! Namárië!

Maybe even thou shalt find it! Farewell!