Mistë

Mistë ná lantala ve lírë
Súlimo maunen nandanë
Írë tulë andúnë, tárirya,
I heri lala Menelwa
Ar undómëo sil' elen minya
Eärendil, Eldaron elen melma.

 

The falling rain is as a song
Harped by the hands of Súlimo
When the sunset comes, his queen,
The Lady of the Sky laughs
And the first star of twilight shines
Eärendil, the beloved star of the Elves