Black Stitchel

As I was lying on Black Stitchel

The wind was blowing from the South

And I was thinking of the laughters

Of my love's mouth.

As I was lying on Black Stitchel

The wind was blowing from the West:

And I was thinking of the quiet

Of my love's breast.

As I was lying on Black Stitchel

The wind was blowing from the North

And I was thinking of the countries

Black with wrath.

As I was lying on Black Stitchel

The wind was blowing from the East:

And I could think no more for pity

Of man and beast.