Namarie (Book 2, Farewell to Lórien)

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 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,
          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!
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