Quenya Lambë Eldaiva
Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
mi oromardi lissë-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
ómaryo airetári-lírinen.
Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?
An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë
ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë
ar sindanóriello caita mornië
i falmalinnar imbë met,
ar hísië untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.
Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!
Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar!
Nai elyë hiruva! Namárië!
Thus I have seen, at least partially, and thus is, even now, the pitch of my mood. Sombre and melancholy indeed are the days left. Feasting and celebration shall but tarry the Day That Is Coming. Alas is the emotion of those who delve into long, journeyed books at this hour. Alas it shall be ere the Day dawns.
Jane
