Lindi Déniéva Alatariello
Ai lintulinda Lasselanta...
Ai lindé i laurië lassiéva!
Nallan an Hrívë utúlië
Ar Lairë quella.
Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen...
Yéni únótimë quellién
Nev Lóriendessë,
I Lótë Nórëva Lórien.
Ai Lasse Valimaréllo!
Nai lindë úquella!
Laurelindórenan!
An le eglen Aman,
Mara sí lintë yéni.
Laurë lassiëva lindén,
A Lótë avánier sí...
Lassiéllo lindén,
Lauréva lassio,
Ar laurië lassi lóër.
Ai! an i lassi lantar
Iar aldaron sí.
Ar sindanóriello caita mornië...
Rómello utúla ambar
Tíran i númen,
Pella Lóriendéva,
An nev ná Valimar...
Alatariel lindië
Ve laurëa lassi lantar.
Namárië, Lórien. |
Galadriel’s Songs of Lament
O swiftly sing of Autumn...
O sing of the golden leaves!
I cry for Winter has come
And Summer fades
Alas! Golden fall the leaves in the wind...
I have faded for numberless years
Here in Lórien,
The Blossom of the Gardens of Lórien.
O Leaf of Valimar!
May thy song never fade!
Laurelindórenan!
For thee I forsook Aman,
Abiding here during swift years.
I sang of leaves of gold,
Here have they passed away, O Flower...
I sang of leaves,
Of leaves of gold,
And leaves of gold there grew.
Alas! For the leaves now fall
From the old trees.
And from the grey lands lie darkness...
My doom comes from the East.
I look toward the West,
Beyond the borders of Lórien,
For there is Valimar.
Galadriel has sung
While the golden leaves fall.
Farewell, Lórien.
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