Telperion had shone in silver light

Telperion had shone in silver light,
Laurelin was dropping leaves of gold..
You ask me: "Sing a song of former times!"
I cannot do - because these songs have gone.

Or I have lost them all, useless things,
When lands of Aman I had left behind.
I can just sing of waves of the Sea,
In grey and spectral haze spreading wide.

I could forget the songs on the way
In grinding ice, following my King.
I cannot find a song for you again.
Of Helkaraxe I would like to sing.

I'd like to sing of a sudden flash,
That scorched the horizon in the flame ,
Where ships of Alqualonde burnt to ashes,
And tunes of peaceful times were burnt in them.

In a rabid slaughter I have lost my harp,
In furious battles I forgot my songs,
My present ones became rigid and sharp,
As edged as a blade of a sword.

The war and murders…Thousands of graves.
The carpet of the grass does ever hide
Tales of the Land which never knew a death.
I'll sing you of the fallen in a fight.

And if you say it isn't to your taste -
The ballads of the sorrow and wars,
I'll find the words, which flawless but waste -
the Sun, the Moon, the brilliance of stars,

A wind which plays in the sea of green ,
The icy crowns at the Heaven's door,
And blooming meadows in early spring…
But never will I sing of Valinor!

Its songs are buried in the days of yore,
The Earth will not be young as it has been.
Telperion will blossom nevermore,
Beside forever dead Laurelin.