Resound, then, foaming waves

Resound, then, foaming waves

And twine around me!

May misfortune bay loudly about me,

The cruel sea let loose its fury!

I laugh at the stormy weather,

I scorn the wrath of the tide;

O, may the rocks dash me to pieces!

For never will it turn out well.

I will not lament, even if I founder,

And perish in the watery deeps!

My gaze will never more be cheered

By the sight of my darling's star.

So send hurtling down your thunder,

And tear at me, o Storm,

Until rock shatters upon rock!

I am a lost man.