O Elbereth, thou snow-white Queen,
Star-kindler knowing naught of fear!
We, Firstborn here on Middle-earth
Remember thee, yet linger here.

In everlasting bliss and light
Thou dwellest in the Blessed Realm;
While we in exile sing to thee,
Exchange our joy for sword and helm.

Yet far above thou shinest on
Though Elvenkind ride now to war.
Thy stars stir in our hearts desire
To sail to where grief is no more.

We yet recall the days of old
When still we walked in Western lands –
We then beheld thy beauty fair,
And held thy radiance in our hands.

O Varda! Under darkened skies
Once more we long to see thy star!
For greatly we desire to go
To where thou and thy kinfolk are.

If thou afar may hear our chant,
The mournful song of gloomy plight;
O Queen of shining stars, we plea
To us, the exiles, send thy light.

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