To Maedros and Fingolfin

While being beneath, I saw them both going
Along the sky just like along a stream,
I saw "everywhere" turn into "naught"
In looks as bright as river and as steel.

I saw them laugh, tearing off the bonds,
Which tied them to the clear heavens' height.
Wait for a while and let me go forth,
So I'll be signed by portents of the night.

A star is jingling, squeezed in a metal holder,
Both gold and copper interwove in songs.
This meeting might be only sung, o Noldor,
Because what might be said, was said by words.