O Orofarnë, Lassemista, Carnimírië! 
O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay! 
O rowan mine, I saw you shine upon a summer's day, 
Your rind so bright, your leaves so light, your voice so 
cool and soft: 
Upon your head how golden-red the crown you bore aloft! 
O rowan dead, upon your head your hair is dry and grey; 
Your crown is spilled, your voice is stilled for ever and 
a day. 
O Orofarnë, Lassemista, Carnimírië!