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 a dead hole in the grave, cold, secret and humble, until spring, your beautiful sister blew her trumpet, which resounded through the sleeping earth, and filled the mountains and plains with color and fragrance. 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, flashing like a crazy woman's flying hair, reaching the zenith of Nine from the farthest and vaguest edge of the sky, with swaying curls everywhere. You sang Corona's song for the dying year, 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 Ocean split themselves in two and headed for the depths of the abyss.
The flowers and plants in the ocean and muddy forest have no energy, although the branches and leaves are sparse; On hearing your voice, they turn blue with fear: when they tremble, they can't help but flinch:
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 can dance like Feng Ling when I was a teenager, I will be your partner and travel in the sky (because, at that time, chasing you to the sky didn't seem like a dream).
I wouldn't be so eager to pray with you as I am 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?