I said to the wind of the south

I said to the wind of the south:

"O gentle southwind, blow!

Bear kisses to his mouth

and greet him from me so!"

The gentle southwind blew

with softly mournful sound;

o'er hill and dale it blew,

but my love it never found.

O love, dear love, so long away,

while I am lone, where dost thou stray?

I said to the wind of the west:

"O sweetest westwind, make haste

and waken in his breast

longing, my lips to taste."

The westwind swiftly sped

with sobbing mournful sound;

ah, thou canst not be dead,

then why art thou not found?

O love, dear love, so long away,

come, for I die if you delay!