Nay, Feänor!
Take not our ships,
Take not the gallant wave-riders;
More precious to our hearts
Than any Silmaril,
Closer to our souls
Than any jewels of yours.

Nay, Feänor!
I will not have the essence
Of my people's lives
Ripped away as ropes are slashed
And moorings cast aside.
Our ships carry peace and safety,
Not warriors and cold steel.

Nay, Feänor!
Draw not your blade against me,
Silence your angry words;
You will not sail our ships away
To the grey and distant shores.
Do not you understand?
Our ships - they are our Silmarils!

Nay, Feänor!
Douse the flames in your eyes,
And the flames in your heart.
Let not your pride and anger
Consume all sense and reason;
Sheath your sword, my friend,
Put your blade away!

Nay, Feänor!
Soak not the Blessed Lands
With sin and war and treachery;
Break not the peace of Aman
And all the Valar have achieved:
Slay not your kindred!
Shed no Teleri blood!

Nay, Feänor . . .