O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!
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 bare 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 Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!