Song of Lúthiën, Quenya version, translation by Argilrien (me)

Íre Isil rámen Eruhíni
menel-míre síla tirna
á lasta sí lóte ar alda
a hiril númen tintalle
Ni lindalyen Tinúviël

When the Moon, for us, the Children of God,
heaven-jewel shines having watched for us,
here flower and tree listen in silence,
oh Lady of the West, to thee I sing, I, Tinúviel