The Sun falls under the sea. Night is coming. The mountains lean on our lands. King Elfstone, king of the west passed to the shadow. Girl of the Spring, Flower of the Spirit! Bent is your straight road now, the Lands of the West fell to the gloom. Is your soul heavy, o Wife of the Moon? Golden is the fore-cutting water of the ships, westwards they went, from the East they approach – your longing for your beloved is heavy under the heavens.
Ûrîn dubudi azra-dalad. Lômin nakhi. Urdim kalubim zâinanud. Ar-Zimranimrin, Ârûn an-Adûn ugruwada yadda. Nithil ‘nKhibil, Inzil ‘nManô! Batânaki izindê idô lôkhu, thânîya an-Adûn dâurad dubda. Manôwaki burôda, Banâth an-Nîlû? Ôbrôtha ‘nbalîk pharazôn, adûnada yayaddam, azûlô yanâkhim – zâirâki zirânada burôdâ minil-dalad.Pengolodh Pengolodh