I will search out the red stone of thunder
O dried-up plants
I will roll you into a cigarette
and light you with the lightning
The heavenly bird brings me an evil omen
Drink no water flowing at night,
My horse unshod,
You will not take me home
They say magic was buried into the foundations of my house
An underground wind has mown down my legs
I shall lie down in the starry gardens on the hill
on a couch of roses
Let them light a candle at my forehead
and let hail smash me to pieces
I was preparing to take root
but then came my mole
My horse unshod, you will die from the weight
The cattle bar my way
They say lightning has burnt up the heavens
Fly at my head, stones of lamentation,
I will not reach home, not even at cockcrow.