In gwidh ristennin,
I fae narchannen
I Lach Anor ed ardhon gwannen

Mithrandir, Mithrandir! Randir Vithren!
Ú-reniathach i amar galen
I reniad lín ne môr, nuithannen

Een gweeth rees-ten-neen
ee fie nar-hahn-nehn
Ee Lakh Ah-nore ehd ar-thohn gwah-nehn

Mee-thrahn-dear, Mee-thrahn-dear! Ah Rahn-dear Vee-threhn!
Oo-reh-nee-ah-thakh ee ah-mar gall-ehn
Ee reh-nee-ahd leen nay more, noo-eeth-ahn-nehn

The bonds cut,
The spirit broken
The Flame of Anor has left this World

Mithrandir, Mithrandir, O Pilgrim Grey!
No more you will wander the Orange world
Your journey has ended in darkness.