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My Dearest Friend
A Song in memory of Frodo on His Birthday
by Sam Gamgee

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At the Haven from which swan ships sail
Your weary road has found its end;
How I wish your rest did not entail
Your loss to me, my Dearest Friend.

Will yet I see you free of pain,
or ever clasp your hand again?
I think, as nears the time to depart
When I let you go, with aching heart,
That day of reunion will distant seem;
It would fulfill my fondest dreams
To see you as you were in youth
Made whole by the high Valar's weal:
Cleansed of woe, blessed by truth,
Light of heart, of all hurts healed.
So with fond remembrance think of me,
That your friend in that land beyond the seas
May with you dwell in memory,
And ask you Olorin in my sad soul
To place a vision of my Master made whole.

Such woe! to serve no more whom I have served...
For who knows better than I that worth
That makes your Lorien so well deserved?
To this love and loyalty it gave birth.
I bore your burden but a brief while,
and cruel it was. Who better than I
Knows how grim to you were those weary miles,
And how strong your will, though you wished to die?
You wanted not the wide world's praise,
Nor meekly to accept a martyr's fate,
But when your head was too heavy to raise,
Yet crawled you onward, under the world's weight.
I can but dimly imagine suffering so dire--
Would that it had ended with the Ring, in the fire!
But back at home you found the price
Was sadly more in sacrifice;
The evil touch of knife and sting,
The crushing horror of the ring,
Were deep cold wounds that never healed
As if from joy your soul was sealed,
So that all homey, healthy things
were dimmed behind a veil of pain.
You did not deserve this, who saved the world;
This I think as the sails unfurl.

At the Haven from which Swan ships sail
Your weary road has found its end;
How I wish your joy did not entail
Your loss to me, my Dearest Friend.

I count it an honoured fate indeed
To have walked with you on that long way
Sole witness to such wondrous deeds--
How noble, only I can say.
And though I'm sure it's for the best
The swan ship bear you to the West,
How cruel now to turn away
And sail not with you to the setting sun,
And bid you farewell, dearest Friend--ah, it is done.

In fair Aman beyond the seas,
With fond remembrance, will you think of me?

'Tis home I fare, but not to find
Your table set with bread and wine;
Though I be greeted at my gate
By wife and bairns who celebrate
My homecoming with their dear embrace
For your fond step I wait in vain--
There find your peace, see not here my pain.

At the Haven from which Swan ships sail
Your weary road has found kind end;
Though I wish your bliss did not entail
Your loss to me, my Dearest Friend.

Never again will the twilit Hill
Be brightened by your laughter rare,
Nor ring with your voice in the autumn's chill
When we're smoking quietly in the crisp night air.
Never again shall we share a meal
after a long September walk,
When it seems to us the greatest weal
To sit by the hearth for hours and talk.
When the snow has come, and the sky is clear,
When coldly gleams the crystal hoar,
I shall not hear with eager ears
Your welcome knock upon the door,
Nor know again the simple pleasure
Of sharing a pipe by the fire together.
But you'll be there each time I smoke
In the years to come, beneath Varda's cloak.

Then in fair Aman beyond the seas
With fond remembrance, think of me.

Alive here dwells your memory
In Middle Earth, eternally
While living here are those who sing
Of Nine-fingered Frodo and Sauron's Ring.
For me, I'll do my best to keep
Your legend from forgetful sleep
And teach my children how we passed
The tests before us fate had cast:
I promise they'll know of that fell quest
That won you life in the uttermost West.

Then in fair Aman beyond the seas
With fond remembrance, think of me.

My companion through these golden days
When stars rise free of autumn haze
You will be still, though I alone
Wander when the cold winds moan;
Your face to me will then seem near
Freed of pain, and free of fear.
Perhaps then I will think it good
When Elven song in a hidden wood
Awakens visions of that fair shore
Where you walk, blessed, forevermore,
Though I cannot turn to you to share
My wonder at the Elves so fair.

Then in fair Aman beyond the seas
In kind remembrance, think of me.



(Mensaje original de: Arien)