*begins, in perfect Sylvan* Ealuin Chauntea, anthealas nos ethair thalion.
Ye surion thal naerthas cuil eth'aeron naneth.
Thand'len naianar, alanar naer'laurena yereneth,
Arielueth naer thalion caur'nathal.
Luthien nos ethainar il'vanae —
Amin melian las'thael en toras onar.
Naneth Chauntea, suliel lórien yathalain.
(translation: Blessed Chauntea, mother of bountiful gifts.
We give thanks for the life-giving fruits of the earth.
Through your grace, we feast on golden harvests,
And celebrate your divine hands at work.
Grant us the wisdom to honor this abundance —
I offer my love and devotion for all you provide.
Mother Chauntea, may your blessings remain eternal.) (edited)