Olórin i yáresse 
Mentaner i [bad word] 
Tírien i Rómenóri 
Maiaron i Oiosaila 
Manan elye etevanne 
Nórie i melanelye? 

Mithrandir, Mithrandir, Randir Vithren 
ú-reniathach i amar galen 
I reniad lín ne môr, nuithannen 
In gwidh ristennin, i fae narchannen 
I lach Anor ed ardhon gwannen 
Calad veleg, ethuiannen. 

Melmelma nóren sina 
Núra lá earo núri 
Ilfirin nairelma 
Ananta ilyar eccatuvalme 
Ar ullume nucuvalme: 
Nauva i nauva. 

Cenin i [bad word] 
Sámarya hanyenye 
Oio mahta-mahtala 
Cenien sanwenya 
Ananta... 
Pahta i ando! 
Ela i cále! 
Nenya sina 
Corma úhátima 
I haryanye. 

O Olórin whom in time past
The West-lords sent
To guard the East-lands
Of Maiar, the Ever-wise
Why did you depart from
country which you loved?

Mithrandir, Mithrandir O pilgrim grey
You will not wander the green earth
Your journey in darkness, ended.
The bonds cut, the spirit rent
The Flame of Anor from earth departed
great light, blown out.

Our love for this land
Is deeper than the deeps of the sea
Our regret is undying
Yet we will cast all away
Rather than submit
What should be shall be.

I perceive the Dark Lord [bad word] his mind
Ever groping
To see my thought
But still… the door is closed!
Behold the light
Nenya is this
Ring, unbreakable
That I possess.