Alfirin like to golden bells
On plains of fairest Lebennin
with many of its sisters dwells
-
Alas,!my heart, it draws me thither
away to yonder lands
when I behold thy tender blossoms
-
when in the wind thou gently rustlest
methinks I hear a song of yore
once more my heart abounds with mirth
like to the joy when I beheld
the chimes of ValinoR
Alfirin ben nill 'lórinlórin -
'Ri laid Lebennin róvain -
Dortha di nethil dîn -
Nae! Gúren nin gôr dann -
Na-chaered a dŷr ann -
Ir chenin luith vîl lîn -
Ir vi sûl lhostol vail -
Nóthon, laston lind dhail -
To ni veren eden -
Ben glass ir egínen -
Nill Balannor -
It shall be noted that some of the script was illegible and on the verge of crumbling to dust.
We fear therefore, that not all lines of the poem could be saved. We are forever indebted to Elehir Lambengolmo for his translation work.
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