Here is the fifth stanza of Tolkien's Markirya Poem in Quenya:
Man tiruva rácina ciryaHere's Tolkien's translation of the fifth stanza:
ondolissë mornë
nu fanyarë rúcina,
anar púrëa tihta
axor ilcalannar
métim' auressë?
Man cenuva métim' andúnë?
Who shall heed a broken ship
on the black rocks
under broken skies,
a bleared sun blinking
on bones gleaming
in the last morning?
Who shall see the last evening?
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