Galadriel's Lament in Lórien, The Lord of the Rings, Farewell to Lórien, Quenya
Ai! Laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
Yéni ve linte yuldar avánier
Mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva
Andúne pella, Vardo tellumar
Nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
Ómaryo airetári-lírinen.
Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?
An sí Tintalle Varda Oiolosseo
Ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortane
Ar ilye tier undulave lumbule;
Ar sindanóriello caita mornië
I falmalinnar imbe met, ar hísië
Untúpa Calaciryo míri oiale.
Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!
Namárië! Nai hiruvalye Valimar.
Nai elye hiruva. Namárië!
Ah! Like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
long years numberless as the wings of trees!
The long years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West,
beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars temple in the song of her voice, holy and queenly.
Who now shall refill the cup for me?
For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars, from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands likd clouds, and all paths are drowned deep in shadow; and out of a grey country darkness lies on the foaming waves between us, and mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever.
Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar! Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar! Maybe even thou shalt find it! Farewell!