The waters leap in silver flight,
nenelin (little waters) shining, fair and bright;
They laugh like stars in morning’s air,
And kiss the stones with voices rare.
O Gondolin, mírë-malta (jewel of gold),
Your fountains sing, your flowers unfold.
O city white, O secret fair,
I love each leaf, each breath, each prayer.
The roses climb the marble wall,
Their petals crimson, soft and tall;
The lindelotë (song-flowers) bloom in rows,
And fragrance drifts where starlight flows.
The willows bend, the branches sway,
They whisper low where children play;
The swallows dart, the fishes gleam,
Like sparks of fire upon a stream.
O Gondolin, mírë-malta,
Your fountains sing, your flowers unfold.
O city white, O secret fair,
I love each leaf, each breath, each prayer.
The white stone paths with ivy twine,
The laurëa (golden) fruit, the silver vine;
The waters fall with crystal sound,
And scatter jewels on the ground.
O Atarinya (my father), walk with me,
O Amillë (mother), come and see;
The garden laughs, the fountain sings,
The joy of Valar here it brings.
O Gondolin, mírë-malta,
Your fountains sing, your flowers unfold.
Though shadows hide and years may fly,
Your song shall live while stars are high.
