A Ol?rin i y?resse Mentaner i N?meherui T?rien i R?men?ri, Maiaron i oiosaila Manan elye etevanne N?rie i malanelye? Mithrandir, Mithrandir! A Randir Vithren! ?-reniathach i amar galen I reniad l?n ne m?r, nuithannen In gwidh ristennin, i fae narchannen I Lach Anor ed ardhon gwannen Calad veleg, ethuiannen. (Ol?rin whom long ago sent by the Lords of the West to guard the Lands of the East, ever-wise of the Maiar what drove you to leave the land which you loved? Mithrandir, Mithrandir, O Pilgrim Grey No more you will wander the world green Your journey has ended in darkness The bonds cut, the spirit broken The Flame of Anor has left this World A great light has gone out.)