Ai, Rochand!
Be still the
hearts of your people!
Bear forth the rider
into the light,
and gaze upon the Evermind,
bright eyes of your
lost children.
Be still...
Be still...
and gaze upon
your children.
Their hearts are weeping
for you as cold rain
upon the meadow.
Listen to our sorrow,
Harken to the silence.
Be still…
Be still…
And harken to
the silence.
See how the harp rejects
your tune; how
Gold now fades to gray?
Resist the dark, impending,
and awake the
fire within!
Be still…
Be still…
And awake the fire within!
Oh Rohan,
Phoenix from the ashes!
Hear our plea.
- Narya