Oh, the wild west wind, the breath of autumn life! You can't see, but you swept away the dead leaves, like a ghost meeting a wizard and running away: yellow, black, gray and red are like a group of people with tuberculosis. Oh, west wind, you drive winged seeds to the dark winter bed, where they lie like dead holes in the grave, cold and cold. Free spirit, you travel everywhere; Destroyer and Protector: Listen, you listen!
the second part
Into your torrent, when the sky is in chaos, clouds are torn apart from the tangled branches of the sky and the ocean like dead leaves of the earth. Be the messengers of rain and electricity: they fall on your majestic blue wave surface, flashing like crazy women's fluttering hair, reaching the zenith of Nine from the farthest and vaguest edge of the sky, and waving curly hair everywhere. You sang Corona songs for the year of dying, and this dense night will become the dome of its vast grave, which is full of the condensation of your strength; That's your innocent breath, from which black rain, hail and flames will pour out: Oh, listen!
the third part
It's you, who woke up the blue Mediterranean, which had been sleeping for a whole summer, and was hypnotized into a dream by the dancing of clear water. Just beside a pumice island in Baya Bay, it dreamed that ancient palaces and castles were fluttering in the reflection of water and sky, and they were all covered with moss and flowers. That smell is really charming! Oh, in order to make way for you, the turbulent waves of the Atlantic split themselves in two directions, while the flowers and muddy forests in the depths of the ocean, though sparsely covered with branches and leaves, have no energy; Hearing your voice, they turned blue with fear: while trembling, they automatically flinched: Oh, listen!
Section iv
Hey, if I am a dead leaf floating with you, if I am a cloud that can fly with you, a wave that breathes with your strength, if I have your pulse, I just don't have your freedom, oh, an uncontrollable life! If I could dance like Feng Ling when I was a teenager, become your partner and roam the sky (because, at that time, chasing you to the sky didn't seem like a dream), I wouldn't be so anxious to pray with you now. Oh, lift me up like waves, leaves and clouds! I fell on the thorns of life, I was bleeding! This kind of life is suppressed by the heavy shackles of years, just like you: proud, agile and unruly.
Section 5
Think of me as your harp, like a forest: even if my leaves have fallen, what does it matter! The music inspired by your huge ensemble will contaminate the forest and my late autumn: sad but sweet. Oh, I hope you can give me a violent soul! Brave, let us become one! Please blow my dead thoughts to the world and let them give birth to new life like dead leaves! Oh, please listen to this spell-like poem, and spread my words to the world like ashes and sparks from the still burning fire! Let the horn of prophecy awaken the sleeping earth through my lips! West wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Edit this translation of Wang Zuoliang.
the first paragraph
Ah, the wild west wind, you blow the autumn breath fiercely, sweeping away the fallen leaves without showing your face, just like the mage drove away a group of ghosts, a group of yellow, green, red, black and purple, monsters infected with the plague-oh, you let the seeds fly in the cold soil and lie in the grave like a corpse, but when your sister Lan Dongfeng came back, she blew the silver horn for the sleeping earth and drove the sheep to hasten germination. Wild elves! You have blown all over the earth, destroyer and protector. Listen-listen to my song!
the second part
You stir the sky, flying clouds and falling leaves; You shake the sky and the sea to keep them from tangling like old trees; You drove the rain and electricity down, only to see your galloping blue sky. Suddenly, thousands of blond hair spread out, like a priestess in Dionysus who flew into a rage and silently covered her long hair for a long time, announcing the coming of a storm. You sang an elegy to bid farewell to the old days. The sky tonight is like a circular grave, covered with turbid clouds, but it can't stop the breakthrough of electric fire and hail, and it's raining cats and dogs! Oh, listen to my song!
the third part
You disturb the summer dream in the Mediterranean. It lies quietly in the clear water, listening to the lullaby of the waves, and is sleepy. In the dim light, it saw the ancient palaces and terraces beside the Shidao outside the South China Port, casting shadows in the hot sea, and their walls were covered with flowers and moss. Xiangguang is also intoxicating! Your arrival shocked the Atlantic Ocean. It is busy dividing the sea in two and clearing the way for you. There are branches and trees in the sea. Although they are deep, they change color because of your howling, and only one of them trembles and winces-oh, listen to my song!
Section iv
If I can be a fallen leaf floating with you, if I can be a floating cloud flying with you, or a wave rolling under your power, if I can have your sharpness and momentum, even if I can't compare with your unruly and unrestrained, as long as I can regain my childlike innocence, I can accompany you to heaven. It may not be a dream to catch up with you at that time, but how could I fall into such despair? I pray you to save me. Oh, take me away, like fallen leaves, waves and flowing clouds! I fell on the thorn tree of life, covered in blood! Years are as heavy as shackles, and the soul under heavy pressure was as proud, elegant and unruly as you.
Section 5
Let me be your harp, just like the forest, even if we all have fallen leaves, what's the harm! The rotten autumn spots on our bodies add a deep echo to your crazy songs, sweet and desolate. Give me your quick energy! Heroic spirit, turn into me, use your sharp blade to sweep my decadent thoughts out of the universe, sweep away dead leaves and inspire new life; Take my rhyme as a spell, it spreads my words among people like sparks in an eternal furnace! To the sleeping earth, use my mouth as a trumpet to prophesy! Ah, west wind, if winter has come, why should spring wait?