“ It has pierced us like a spear.
When the wind sets from the east, the spirit of the
wave is roused,
It desires to rush past us westward to the land
where sets the sun,
To the wild and broad green sea.
When the wind sets from the north, it urges the
dark fierce waves
Towards the southern world, surging in strife
against the wide sky,
Listening to the witching song.
When the wind sets from the west across the salt
sea of swift currents,
It desires to go past us eastward towards the Sun-Tree,
Into the broad long-distant sea. ”