Fëanâró
Spirit of Fire…
First born son of sorrows
Of fire they called you then
You bowed to no one
Your anger unchecked by naught but your love
Seven sons I begat you
Seven sons I gave
But they could not buy your love
Always untamed
How far you have fallen
In your quest for greatness
Your wisdom turned to folly
Your knowledge to pride
Your longing for light can create only darkness
Estranged from your brothers and bride
For your knowledge your traded arrogance
And your loves all turned to hate
Your wisdom only bitterness
For your freedom, chains
Cursing the gods and despising their counsel
Searching for a secret flame of your own
None equaled you in beauty or strength
Now you have fallen
Your wisdom, nothingness
Your fires, quenched
Your beauty rotted
Your loves spent
A sprit lives on no sea can still
Miriel's son, unhumbled in death
Spirit of fire, forever untamed
Quenya:
Fëa cuia aear u-pola sêrë
Mirielo yondo, il-nucumna mí qualmë
Fëanâró, verca oialê