Eye! low-ree-ay lahn-tar lahs-see soo-ree-nehn,
yay-nee oon-oh-tee-may vay rah-mar ahl-dar-on!
Yay-nee vay leen-tay yool-dar ah-vahn-ee-air
mee oh-roh-mar-dee lee-say-meer-oo-vore-ay-vah
Ahn-doon-ay peh-lah, Var-doe tehl-loo-mar
noo loo-een-ee yah-sen tin-till-are ee ehl-ehn-ee
oh-mar-yo eye-ray-tar-ee-leer-ee-nehn.

See mahn ee yool-mah neen ehn-quahn-too-vah?

Ahn see Tin-tahl-lay Varda Oy-oh-lohs-say-oh
vay fahn-yar mar-yaht Ehl-ehn-tar-ee or-tah-nay,
are eel-yay tee-air oon-doo-lah-vay loom-boo-lay;
are seen-dahn-ore-ee-ell-oh kye-tah more-nee-ay
ee fahl-mahl-een-are eem-bay meht, are hee-see-ay
oon-too-pah Kahl-ah-keer-yo meer-ee oy-all-ay.
See vahn-wah nah, Roh-mell-oh vahn-wah, Vah-lee-mar!

Nah-mar-ee-ay! Nigh hear-oo-vahl-yay Vah-lee-mar.
Nigh ell-yay hear-oo-vah. Nah-mar-ee-ay!

Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
long years numberless as the wings of trees!
The years have passed like swift draughts
of the sweet mead in
lofty halls beyond the West,
beneath the Orange vaults of Varda
wherein the stars tremble
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 like 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 forever.
Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar!

Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar.
Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell!