Frolan

O you who has no face Wanderer of lands and seas Trampling on leaves in carelessness as you whistle by Dancing with the waves on oceans wide Where is your abode? O you with a euphonic voice Moaning soft and low in the fields like a subdued lady Howling at the door like an angry landlord To your melodious tunes Forest trees rustle and dance Sea waves stir in rhythmic delight What song do you sing?