“Wax on, wax off” is the phrase the Aftercomers use in this Age
It describes mindless work, all with a lesson behind it.
I help to polish Isil, bring him to the highest gloss
For you!

For you, my Lord Tilion, I do this
I, and my thousands of brothers and sisters.
We sweep away the dust, bringing this shining orb to full
The “waxing quarter”. I remember long Ages past
When this dusty rock was a mighty chariot, gleaming silver
Carrying the last flower of the Silver Tree.

But as the Firstborn diminished and were forgotten
So, have the Ages turned glory to mists of myth and memory.
Your chariot is no more, Kyeleperyon’s last flower is naught but legend.
And now we take care to shine this barren rock, even as long ago
We carefully polished the mithril-bright chariot you rode.

Now we must deliberately shirk – lest the Apanónar discover us.
For they trod in your realm, on this rock, and now, too, Isil is Marred.

All words are Quenya unless otherwise indicated.

Kyeleperyon - (Primitive Quendian)  Telperion, the Silver Tree (I felt Lena would be more comfortable with this older form)

Apanónar - Afterborn, Quenya name for mankind

Isil - The Sheen, name of the Moon