My Love

He was my love,

But as the gold leaves fall from the trees,

And in winter they are silent and ice covers them,

Our love flowed away in the rushing waters.

Like the fading flame,

And the mist passing between rivers.

Turin found my heart.

And he will keep it.

Melmenya

Ne mel nin,

An ve i laurer lassi lantar i aldaro,

Ar im hrive nar din ar pele ar helce pela hain,

Met mel kele im alak neni.

Ve i quelle runya,

Ar i hisie auta imbe luiner.

Turin hire ore nin.

Ar cebuva esse.