In Sindarin - the elvish language
I’ lanta en’ Númenoreans
e’ i’ minya yen
en’ Eru noa
i’ lanta ve’ Adam
i’ Dúnedain
en’ edhel ar’ apanonar
auta ed’ cair lakilea a’ Númenor
ron ndor
nan’ ‘ksh lambe
en’ Valar nosse
glak i’ corm en’ i’ aran
ar’ a’ apanonar i’ alkar gurth
quern gorga, coi ten’oio quern irm
Aman, tur
nuquern i’ Valar
aran auta nan’ il i’ n’nir
Ilúvatar yel
Arda sii’ laara’
sii’ morgil
ar’ Númenor tumba luin
Rakt rast
no’ Middle-Earth
i’ voronda hyarya coi
Sauron usin
nan’ wanwa quenat
ten’oio thang Elendil chil
nan’ sal’ hary
e’ i’ corm en’ n’nir
a’ man quessir ar’ apanonar kwar
Tanya lanta
karn mori sii’
Yassen winya yen rakt winya estela
In English
The Fall of the Númenoreans
In the Second Age
Of Eru’s design
Came a fall likened to Adam
The Dúnedain
Of Elf and Men
Sailed victorious to Númenor
Their island
But a wicked tongue
Of Valar descent
Poisoned the heart of the king
And to Men the glory of life restricted
Became fear; undying of envy
Aman, the goal
And for the Valar’s defeat
The king set sail, save the hearts of the Few
But Ilúvatar beseeched
Arda once a plain
Became globe
And Númenor deep blue
Washed ashore
Upon Middle-Earth
The loyal, Faithful spared
Sauron escaped
Though lost Maiar form
Forever opposing Elendil’s heir
But still remains
In the hearts of some
To which Elves and Men take note
That though a fall
Can darken for now
With a new age arrives new hope
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