The Vanyar and the Noldor were destined to live

in the lands of the Imperishable Valinor.

Yet at times they would become rather ruminative

out of nostalgia for the starry atmosphere.

They rejoiced at the Two Trees' eternal lights,

yet the stars in the cosmos had their own charm,

for this reason a passage was cut in the Pelóri's heights,

so that they could peek in the black sparkling chasm.

In the deep valley there that reached the sea,

the Eldar uprose a green, lofty hill, Túna its name,

from the west it was bathed in the light of the Trees,

from the east it lay in shadows that quiet became.

The east side had a view to the Eldamar bay,

the lonely island roaming in the Shadowy Seas,

while through Calacirya, the Cleft of Light, the rays

of the Blessed Realm were seeping through at ease.

The magical light showered the obscure waves

with silver and golden hues, alchemical purification,

and all that beautiful surreal Valinorean grace

reached the Lonely Isle's western shores in restoration.

The radiation made the western shores wonderful,

beautiful and really young, so fresh and green,

it was the first time that flowers happened to grow

at east from Aman's Peaks; a miracle so far unseen.