Where have all the stars gone?
Where has the moon traveled?
Here in this place of darkness,
where thraldom is king
the Dark Lord Melkor
seeks the glorious city of Gondolin
yet he shall not find its mystery
the seven-named city, with its lofty walls
shall stand forever, as hope for the Noldor
here in this darkness,
we stand alone, waiting
waiting, till hope comes
from white shores
and the great sea topples Utumno
we the thralls of Melkor’s malice
hope to again see the stars
in the plains of Arda
to see the mountians tall
and the trees that speak
alas to once again see the glories of earth

Ai Caled veg, ethuiannen
Gondolin hath fallen, now where shall our hope lie?
the children of Eru beckon for aid
a plea from they, fallen from grace.