I Lante Vala Eldamaro
the Fallen Angel of Elvenhome
Namarie, tenn' enquetielva.
Nai Anar caluva tielyanna
Ar nai i Valar nauvar as elye,
An u-nan.
I tie nuva annan ar ereb.
U-nalye ar-estel,
An pella i hisie ranalyesse
Na nore oiocal,
Falaso ninqueva ar romen linte.
Utuvailye i engwe yetalye,
An i mettesse veluvalye
Ilye eleni sila calo er,
I er naur muina.
Halyalye le lhachesse,
Ar u-velalye nore leva nallar.
Ananta nalye ereb er.
An nar leva telta ilye,
Ar nalye ener.
Kelalye nore leva
Ar i eri man melar le.
Nalye i vala lante Eldamaro.
I tela eldar
Mano kal na tulca.
Ananta i kal teluva, ve iluve uva.
Nalye i u-harye.
I Atalante, i Sulenar.
Nalye i tela i veliconeva.
Namarie, Feanor.
Farewell, until we speak again.
May the sun shine on your path,
And may the Valar be with you,
For I will not.
The road will be long and lonely.
Do not despair,
For beyond the mist you wander in
Is a land of ever-light,
Of white shores and a swift sunrise.
May you find what you seek,
For in the end you will see
All stars shine with the one light,
The one secret fire.
You conceal yourself in leaping flame,
And you do not see your people cry.
But yet you are lonely still.
For your fire shadows all,
And you are alone again.
You leave your people,
And the ones who love you.
You are the fallen angel of Elvenhome,
The last of the stars
Whose light is strong.
But the light will end, as all will.
You are the Dispossessed,
The Downfallen, the Spirit of Fire.
You are the last of the greatest,
Farewell, Feanor.