Original English by J. R. R. Tolkien

Ir i thûl vorn thuia
A guruthos galar
A caladath gwannar
Tolo athelas! Tolo athelas!
Cuil nan ben firiel
Min gam aran havel!

When the black breath blows
And death’s shadow grows
And all lights pass,
Come athelas! Come athelas!
Life to the dying
In the king’s hand lying!

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