From the mouth of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones
The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans
What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?
Where now is Boromir the fair? He tarries and I grieve.
Ask not me where he doth dwell-so many bones there lie
On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!
O Boromir! Beyond the gate and seaward road runs south,
But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea’s mouth.
From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls;
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring me today?
What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.
Beneath Amon Hen I heard his voice. There many foes he fought.
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon his breast.
O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.