The sun wanes, disappearing into the west,
leaving behind the world's fields and trees.
Mortal men lay down their heads to rest,
while leaf-coated branches still sway in the breeze.

I have seen many clear nights, spotted with stars,
but in latter days, the once-bright gems grow dim,
The Star of Earendil seems so small and far,
and shining lights in the sky look grave and grim.

My time has come; I can no longer stay.
Though of elvish descent, I reach the fate of men.
On fabled Cerin Amroth, I shall fade away,
and never shall I walk in these woods again.

A dawn shall arise and the sky shall glow blue,
but with the ascent of the sun, I shall breathe my last.
The urge to cling here is blocked from my view
The Evenstar's light has long since past.

I can feel the life escaping, seeping out from within.
Where I once felt strong now lays an aching hole.
Death has approached; its invasion begins.
Like a dark cloud over me, encompassing my soul.

Farewell now, sweet Arda, where sweet blossoms bloom!
To Mandos's hall reserved for men my spirit shall blow.
Sundered from the fate of elves, mortals' end is my doom.
Rays of dawn have come, and with the stars' passing I will go.