[Galadriel]

I would assign anyone to the Shire who can translate this for me in Quenya:

And that I said my limbs were old;
And that I said my blood was cold,
And that my kindly fire was fled,
And that my withered heart was dead,
And that I might not sing of love? -
How could I to the dearest theme
That ever warmed a minstrel's dream,
So foul, so false, a recreant prove!
How could I name my love's very name,
Nor wake my harp to notes of flame!

Could someone please translate that for me? I would be very, very grateful.

Cheers!