The Laer Cú Beleg is a song that Túrin made when he was at Eithel Ivrin to remember Beleg Cúthalion.
Laer Cú Beleg:
Alas! Great Bow! That once in woods and fields
was terror of the orcs, and steadfast, strong;
against the armies dark a bitter shield
that in his life could ne’er commit a wrong.
But lost he is, and lost I’ll ever be,
for he is gone now, never more to trod
this barren earth. And I shall never see
his faithful face, but bend beneath Doom’s rod.
And Belthronding, his faithful bow of yew,
That ne’er was wielded by a mightier hand,
that noble deeds would never cease to do:
in him was all the greatness of that land.
O Beleg! Beleg! Wilt thou not return?
The love thou gave me I have never earned.
In you was all the good in me. You knew all things about me, and your faithful heart asked never for return; and always true, even in death, as we are rent apart.
Forgive me now, my brother! Please forgive the one who never did deserve your love. My own life I would give you now to live, if only I could. Naught that rules above could make exchange of one life for anoth’r. Thou dwellest now in Mandos’ shadowed halls, Where I would come for thee, my dearest broth’r. But I dwell now enchained, as one of thralls. O Beleg! Beleg! Brother of my heart! What life is left in me, when we’re apart?
‘Neath Doriath’s boughs we dwelt in all my years of childhood and of growing as a boy. He was my hero, through my grief and tears I wanted to be like him. He brought joy to me in years of sorrow. I saw him as idol, friend, and captain, and his face beheld I with delight, a light in grim sad days, when darkness was my dwelling place. The greatest woodsman in all Middle-earth, the truest friend of any that has lived, the kindest spirit of the dark sea’s berth, most gen’rous heart that any one could give.
O Beleg! Now my greatest friend hath fled, I walk this dark earth as one of the dead.