Part I In the primeval dark tumult of unformed shapes Subsiding in the harmony of mountains, vales and capes Shade flying before the light of lamps shedding their rays Confusion giving way to the new rule of changeless days Joy of the newborn world waiting to sprout and grow The cloud-capped tops of trees above and rippling grass below Upon the Isle of Almaren the Earth was in its spring The land of new-made green reposed within its magic ring Joy of the newborn world waiting to sprout and grow The cloud-capped tops of trees above and rippling grass below Upon the Isle of Almaren the Earth was in its spring The land of new-made green reposed within its magic ring Part II Crossing the cosmic confines Delving deep under Earth First of all foes, gliding unseen Rotting the lives of all living things He came, the soul of poison And killed the springs of light Hurling seas and lands Into the chaos of lasting night Hurling seas and lands Into the chaos of lasting night Hurling seas and lands Part III A new abiding place beyond the western Sea Full flowering of things that had begun to be Home of the Deathless, land of bliss, of pureness made anew Music was in every leaf, in every wind that blew And a fresh song of power arose from the green mound Two shoots were seen, slender and green emerging from the ground They grew and blossomed, it is told in the lost tales of yore, And for the first time Arda saw the Trees of Valinor Falling from countless flowers, A dew of silver gleam; From the other one, glittering gold Cascades of flame in sun-like rain Smile of the Opening Hour The flourishing of time The unrepeated miracle Of Aman in its prime