Master of Dreams,
Lorien is filled with your steam,
The place where all fair grows,
Only where your heart knows.
Este your wife,
Can detect Melkor’s strife,
He will try to burn your gardens,
And there you will be ever hardened.
Ruled by Galadriel and Celeborn,
Nienna weeps for you,
Forever she mourns.
Mourns for your trees,
Mourns for your lands,
Mourns for Melkor,
As he stretches out his evil hand.
Watches over you,
To make you not fall to darkness,
He will come soon.