Древних ратей воин отсталый.
Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,
Forever blest, since here did lie
And here with lissom limbs did run
Beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun
Lúthien Tinúviel
More fair than mortal tongue can tell.
O loveliest maid of elfiness,
What might of love did thee possess
To bring you here, in terror's lair?
O lissom limbs and shadowy hair!
O flower-entwined brows so white,
O slender hands in this new light!
Though all to ruin fell the world
And were dissolved and backward hurled
Unmade into the old abyss,
Yet were its making good, for this —
The dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea —
That Lúthien for a time should be.
Lúthien Tinúviel
More fair than mortal tongue can tell.
Forever blest, since here did lie
And here with lissom limbs did run
Beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun
Lúthien Tinúviel
More fair than mortal tongue can tell.
O loveliest maid of elfiness,
What might of love did thee possess
To bring you here, in terror's lair?
O lissom limbs and shadowy hair!
O flower-entwined brows so white,
O slender hands in this new light!
Though all to ruin fell the world
And were dissolved and backward hurled
Unmade into the old abyss,
Yet were its making good, for this —
The dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea —
That Lúthien for a time should be.
Lúthien Tinúviel
More fair than mortal tongue can tell.