Oh, the wild west wind, the breath of life in autumn,
You, who died in front of. You are invisible, but the dead leaves are swept away by you.
Driven, like a ghost from hell, like a ghost flying away from the mage,
Yellow, black, pale, excited, yellow, black, gray, red like tuberculosis,
Plague-strickenmultidies: othou,? People infected with the plague have fallen leaves and scattered: oh, it's you,
He drove winged seeds to him.
The seeds of the wind, where they are cold and low? On the bed in the dark winter, they just lie there,
Each one is like a dead hole in the grave, cold, deep and low.
The water keeps flowing until spring, when your blue sister walks to the sleeping land.
Her horn sounded and resounded through the sky.
Use vivid colors and our plains and hills: fill the peaks and plains with colors and fragrance;
WildSpirit, it makes us everywhere; Wild spirit, you travel everywhere;
Destroyer preserver；; Listen, oh, listen! Destroyer and Protector: Listen, you listen!
2. Section II
Thuonwhosestream, Midthesteepskyscommission, there is a huge stream in the sky above your stream.
Loosecloudlikeearthsdecayingleafareshed, chaotic clouds are like withered leaves on the earth,
Shookfromthefthevenandocean's crooked branches were blown down by the west wind from the branches intertwined with heaven and the ocean!
Angelsorainandlightning: there is spread. Be the messenger of rain and electricity: they fall,
On the surface of your ethereal blue waves,
Like Likehebrighthairupplefromthehead, like a crazy woman's fluttering hair flashing,
Even from thedimverge. ? From the distant and blurred edge of the sky.
Ofthehorizontothezenithsheight？ Reaching the sky, swaying everywhere,
Close to the storm lock? Curly hair wants a thunderstorm, for the coming year.
One night a year ago. You sang Corona Herr, and this dense night.
Willbethedomeofavastsepulchre，？ Will be the dome of a huge tomb,
Vaultedwithallthyconggregatedmight。 This is the condensation of your strength.
Steam, from the hose solid atmosphere. That's your natural gas. It will gush out of it.
Black rain, fire and sea will break out: oh, I hear you! Black Rain, Hail and Flame: Oh, listen!
3. Section III
Get out of my summer dream. It's you, you woke up the blue Mediterranean.
Blue Mediterranean, where is it? It's been sleeping all summer,
Calm crystal stream, hypnotized by clear water,
BesideapumiceisleinBaiaesbay？ On the pumice island in Baya Bay,
It dreams of ancient palaces and pavilions.
quiveringwithinthewavesintenserday？ Shaking in the waves reflected in the water sky,
allowgrownwithazuremossandflowers？ They are all covered with moss and flowers.
So, sweet, these sensefinaints picturingthem them! You, that smell is really charming! Well, here you are,
forhospeaththeatlanticslevepowers。 ? Get out of the way, the rough waves of the Atlantic Ocean.
Far below, he split himself into two sides, in the depths of the abyss.
Blooming flowers, flowers and plants in the ocean and muddy forests.
Samples of the ocean, you know. ? Although the branches and leaves are sparse, there is no energy.
Thyvoice, and a sudden increase in fear? Hearing your voice, they turned blue with fear.
And despair of yourself: oh, listen! ? Trembling and automatically contracting at the same time: Oh, listen!
4. Section IV
ifiwereadeadleafthoughtestbear； If I were a fallen leaf, I would float with you;
If I were a floating cloud flying with you;
A wave under the sea, a share, or a wave rolling under your power.
The greatest strength is only freedom. If I could have your keenness and drive.
Thank you, I can't help it! Even if. Even if it's not as bold as you are.
If I could dance like Feng Ling when I was a teenager.
Thecomradeofthywanderingsoverheaven's score? It has become your partner, upstream in the sky.
When whentooutstripthyskieyspeed. ? Because, at that time, if I wanted to chase you to the sky,
Scarcity; Iwouldneerhavestriven。 It doesn't seem like a dream. How could it be so depressed?
asthuswitheeinplayerinmysorened。 ? I beg you to save me.
Oh, liftmeasawave, aleaf, acloud! Oh, lift me up like waves, leaves and clouds!
Ifalluponthethornsoflife！ Ibrahim. ? I fell on the thorns of life, I was bleeding!
In the long years, this life was suppressed by heavy shackles.
A little boy: docile, lovely, lovely. ? I am like you: proud, agile and unruly.
5. Section V
Makemethylyre，evenastheforestis:？ I am your harp and bush;
whatifmyleaves arefallingikeitsown！ ? Although my leaves have fallen, what does it matter!
Octave harmony. ? You are unusually harmonious, generous and excited.
Willtakefrombothadeep，autumnaltone，？ Will be able to play a deep autumn rhyme with me from the forest,
Sweet sadness. Beto, fierce spirit? Sweet and sad. Give me your quick energy,
My spirit! Betum, pustule! ? Angry elves! Become me, borrow your edge!
DriveMyDeadHoughtSovertheUniverse。 Please scatter my dusty thoughts to the universe.
likewitherdlivestoquickenanewbirth！ ? Let it give birth to new life like dead leaves!
Also, bytheincantationofthisverse? Oh, please listen to this incantation poem.
Spread out, like fromanunextinguishdearth, just put my heart, like ashes and Mars.
Ashesandsparks，mywordsamongmankind！ ? Spread from the still burning fire to the world!
bethroughmyllipstounawakendeath。 Let the trumpet of prophecy sound from my mouth.
Thetrumpetofaprophecy predicted! Oh, wind, wake up the sleeping earth! Oh, west wind,
If winter comes, can you spring? If winter comes, can spring be far behind?