A Olórin i yáresse
Mentaner i Númeherui
Tírien i Rómenóri,
Maiaron i oiosaila
Manan elye etevanne
Nórie i malanelye?

Mithrandir, Mithrandir! A Randir Vithren!
Ú-reniathach i amar galen
I reniad lín ne môr, nuithannen
In gwidh ristennin, i fae narchannen
I Lach Anor ed ardhon gwannen
Calad veleg, ethuiannen.

(Olórin 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.)