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Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
yéni únótimè ve rámar aldaron!
long years numberless as the wings of trees!
Yéni ve lintë yuldar avániër
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 voice of her song, 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,from Mount Everwhite
ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë
has uplifted her hands like clouds
ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë
and all paths are drowned deep in shadow;
ar sindanóriëllo caita mornië
and out of a grey country darkness lies
i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië
on the foaming waves between us, and mist
untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.
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!
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