Nó. . . . . . Before

Nó hurur nér hlussainë hlaremassen :

Nó ily’ alassë vánë endammallon :

Nó lindi nér *quorainë niemmassen :

Nó i mornië túlë lattamorillon –

Before the lies were whispered in our ears;

Before all joy departed from our souls;

Before the songs were drownèd deep in tears;

Before the dark descended from its holes –

Lamanyë terë rondo coammallon

Laitalë Eldamaro lindimassen:

Anwa quettar Valaron carpammallon

Nó hurur nér hlussainë hlaremassen.

Through high halls sounded and homes stole

The praise of Elvenhome in songs so dear;

The Valar’s words of truth came from us whole,

Before the lies were whispered in our ears.

I sérë Lórieno fëammassen,

Táalcar síler lassi Aldimmallo;

Teleri meldë lirner hrestammassen,

Nó ily’ alassë váner endammallon.

In Lórien’s peace were our spirits freer;

The white tree’s rays shone out from leaves and bole.

Our friends the Lindar sang by shores and meres

Before all joy departed from our souls.

I vanië lindalëo nyellemallon,

Ehteli sirner ninquë ostomassen,

Nandelë hlassemmë tarwammallon,

Nó lindi nér *quorainë niemmassen.

Where music’s beauty from sweet bells still tolls,

High fountains filled the city in those years.

The notes of sweet harps from our gardens rolled

Before the songs were drownèd deep in tears.

Silmarillion síler míremmassen

Cal’ *ainana samneltë v’aldummallon

Unemmë samë thossëóremmassen

Nó i mornië túlë lattamorillon –

. . . . . . .Nó hurur nér hlussainë.

Purest radiance shone in jewels’ spheres,

Hallowed light they held as from Trees’ souls.

In all our hearts no terrors and no fears

Before the dark descended from its holes –

. . . . . . . . . . . Before the lies were whispered.


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