A Oló rin I yá resse
Mentaner I Nú meherui
Tí rien I Ró menó ri,
Maiaron I oiosaila
Manan elye etevanne
Nó rie I malanelye?
Mithrandir, Mithrandir! A Randir Vithren!
Ú-reniathach I amar galen
I reniad lí n ne mô are, nuithannen
In gwidh ristennin, I fae narchannen
I Lach Anor ed ardhon gwannen
Calad veleg, ethuiannen.
(Oló rin whom long ago
Sent by the Lords of the West
To guard the Lands of the East,
Ever-wise of the Maiar
What drove you to leave
The land which you loved?
Mithrandir, Mithrandir, O Pilgrim Grey
No more you will wander the world green
Your journey has ended in darkness
The bonds cut, the spirit broken
The Flame of Anor has left this World
A great light has gone out.)