Even more beautiful than the light itself
is Arwen Undomiel's face.
Seemingly young, but timelessly old

and of beautiful shape.
Tides have no violence
about you,
who was already on earth,
when the world was young and clear
and not aware of a shadow.

Hear the call, the gray sea
calls and sings from the west.
Sad is the elf's lot,
first child from Eden's lap,
long part of our time
are you ready to go now.
Middle-earth in human hands,
leave us unrecognized
and fade away and sail away
and no one in this place anymore
where we will miss them painfully,
'Cause we'll have to be alone

Only Undomiel, she will stay
to drive away the shadows
when the grief for its waning
our hearts don't get warped
so Undomiel remains our star,
the elves shine from afar.
Your being will heal our hearts
but at some point it will too
their fate will once overtake them.

She walks alone, our queen,
once like her people there.And memories will remain
in books, poems, historiography,
like Arwen, our dearest child,
just walked with the wind
and also (and yes, we wonderful)
with her the time of the one ring.

A.C.S.