A Olórin i yáresse
Mentaner i Númeherui
Tírien i Rómenóri
Maiaron i Oiosaila
Manan elye etevanne
Nórie i melanelye?
Mithrandir, Mithrandir, A Randir Vithren
ú-reniathach i amar galen
I reniad lín ne môr, nuithannen
In gwidh ristennin, i fae narchannen
I lach Anor ed ardhon gwannen
Calad veleg, ethuiannen.
Melmelma nóren sina
Núra lá earo núri
Ilfirin nairelma
Ananta ilyar eccatuvalme
Ar ullume nucuvalme:
Nauva i nauva.
Cenin i Herumor
Sámarya hanyenye
Oio mahta-mahtala
Cenien sanwenya
Ananta...
Pahta i ando!
Ela i cále!
Nenya sina
Corma úhátima
I haryanye.
O Olórin whom in time past
The West-lords sent
To guard the East-lands
Of Maiar, the Ever-wise
Why did you depart from
A country which you loved?
Mithrandir, Mithrandir O pilgrim grey
You will not wander the green earth
Your journey in darkness, ended.
The bonds cut, the spirit rent
The Flame of Anor from earth departed
A great light, blown out.
Our love for this land
Is deeper than the deeps of the sea
Our regret is undying
Yet we will cast all away
Rather than submit
What should be shall be.
I perceive the Dark Lord
I comprehend his mind
Ever groping
To see my thought
But still… the door is closed!
Behold the light
Nenya is this
Ring, unbreakable
That I possess.
