Lim-strang wæs geboren
Bearn léod-cyninga
Magorinc Mearces.
Bunden in byrde tó laedenne
Bunden in lufe tó ðegnunge
Lang beadugear cýðað
Lic onginneð búgan.
Swift déadlic géar Stieppað geond willan.
Ac éagan gíet lóciað Beorhtre gesihðe;
Heorte gíet béateð.
'Strong-limbed he was born
This son of Kings;
This warrior of Rohan.
Bound by birth to lead.
Bound by love to serve.
Long years of war begin to show.
The body has begun to bend.
Swift mortal years outpace the will.
But the eyes still watch clear-sighted.
The great heart is beating still.
