O WIND,

Have you been silent again, O wind?

Who hurt you?

Who prevented your beautiful yawn?

Did the sun's heat imprison you in loneliness?

Did the rain pierce your wound?

Did the mountains turn you back?

Did the roads dry your gentle sweat?

Did the flowers envy your sweet smile?

Tell me, O wind.

Why are you sad today?

You don't blow in this restless forest.

Your beloved has become a lion hunter.

Is that why you despair?