???                 Transl. by Randir
            Maglor
On the streets where coins loudly ring
And the hundreds of mindless are looking to us
Sing, Maglor the Stranger, a ballade for me
About the maiden with brown eyes

Go to the land where no men was
To the wood which in winter is silent and white
And hang on the door of the house of her
The little brass bell to ring

And if you hear the barking dog
And if you see the man who lives with her
Give him with smile not sword and not knife
But the heather branch from my fields

You will return as in old dark dream
And see that here isn't passed the day
From that time when thee, Maglor, was going to her...
And for ages shan't found me