O Land of the Star, diminishing on the horizon,
what evil will befall soon?
For the wind has grown sharp and cold,
and dark clouds have covered the moon.

O forsaken land, dark though bathed in sunlight,
let the Valar bless your once bright shores.
Once crowded with busy trading ships
your tall strong masts are white no more.

O bewitched king, under Sauron's influence,
will your greed be the bane of us all?
The bliss of Valinor you so strongly desire,
but your lust will lead to Numenor's fall.

O Faithful sailors, who stay true to the good kings of old,
let us fulfill this foreboding task.
Our we may fail though we are of Earendil's race,
but for the Valar's help we must try to ask.

O Manwë upon Taniquetil, Lord of the West,
will you not rescue our land?
It is your aid we seek for our evil-ridden homes,
ruled by a race you once claimed noble and grand.

O blue waters between this ship and its destiny,
grant us fair winds and calm seas.
Lead us forth to the Blessed Lands,
where we pay place our pleas.