Arwen's Call

[Erinn]

Arwen’s Call

In Elven-home I spent my days;
When golden evening came
Our minstrels chanted Elven lays
Of times of worth and fame,

Of good and evil done and said;
But most I loved the tale
That tells how Beren came to wed
With Elven Nightingale.

The mortal fate was hard to take,
Yet when her lord was slain
She chose to die for Beren’s sake,
For them to meet again.

I chanced to walk in wild alone,
And so I met him there –
The Man now known as Elven-stone,
The One Isildur’s Heir.

Long years of sorrow between us lay;
But when we met once more
I chose the sweet though bitter way
Of she so loved of yore.

Your time will come. Hear! I forebode:
You will appear then
No Ranger weary that searched and strode –
High King of Elves and Men.

Though grief and toil await us both –
Your aim is high and far –
You will succeed, now bound in troth
To Lady Evenstar.

[Erinn]

Это стихотворение я написала, познакомившись со стихами Профессора в оригинале. Перевод - тот, что в варианте Муравьева и Кистяковского - хороший, но тяжеловат, что неизбежно: русский, в отличие от английского, синтетический язык и потому слова, как правило, длиннее.
А оригинал очень красив, легок и музыкален.