Stanza 1

Oh, fierce west wind, the breath of autumn life!

You are invisible, but the dead leaves are swept away by you, just like ghosts encountering a wizard, they flee one after another: yellow, black, gray, red like tuberculosis, oh, a group of people infected with the epidemic again. : West wind, it is you who drive the winged seeds to the dark winter bed, where they lie, like the death hole in a tomb, cold, deep, low, and straight. When spring comes, your sister in the blue sky will blow her trumpet and ring it all over the sleeping earth, (calling out the buds, like a flock of sheep, foraging in the air) and filling the mountains and plains with color and fragrance. Unruly spirit, you travel far and wide; destroyer and protector: listen, listen!

Section 2

Sinking into your rapids, when there is chaos in the sky, and the flowing clouds are torn like dead leaves of the earth, separated from the entangled branches of the sky and the sea.

Become the messenger of rain and lightning: they fall on the blue waves of your majestic energy, like the flying hair of a mad woman, shining from the farthest and vague edge of the sky to the center of the sky. The sky is swaying with the curls of approaching thunderstorms everywhere. You sang a funeral song to the dying year, and this dense night will become a dome of its vast tomb, with your mighty power inside. The condensation;

It is your pure breath, from which black rain, hail and fire will burst: Oh, listen!

Section 3

It is you, you wake up the blue Mediterranean, which has been sleeping for a whole summer, hypnotized by the whirlpool of the clear water, right in Baya Bay. Beside a pumice island, it dreamed of ancient palaces and pavilions trembling in the shadows of the water and sky, and they were all covered with moss and flowers. The fragrance was so charming and intoxicating!

Oh, in order to make a way for you, the turbulent waves of the Atlantic Ocean split themselves to both sides, and deep in the abyss

The flowers and plants in the ocean and the muddy Although the branches and leaves of the forest are sparse, they have no energy; when they hear your voice, they turn green with fear: while trembling, they shrink automatically:

Oh, listen!

Section 4

Hey, if I were a dead leaf lifted up by you, if I were a cloud that could fly away with you, if I were a wave, I would be as powerful as you. Gasp, if I share your pulse, I am just not as free as you, oh, uncontrollable life!

If I could be like when I was a boy, dancing in the wind and becoming your partner, swimming leisurely in the sky (because at that time, chasing you into the sky did not seem to be a dream),

I wouldn’t be as anxious as I am now to compete with you in prayer. Oh, lift me up and treat me like waves, leaves, and clouds! I fell on the thorns of life and I bled! This life, subdued by the heavy yoke of time, is just like you: proud, nimble and untamed.

Stanza 5

Make me your harp, like the forest: though my leaves are fallen, what does it matter!

The music raised by your great ensemble will be tinged with the deep autumn mood of the woods and me: sad but sweet.

Oh, that you would give me a violent spirit! O brave men, let us be one! Please blow my dead thoughts to the world, and let them promote new life like dead leaves! Oh, please obey this spell-like poem, and scatter my words like ashes and sparks from the unextinguished fire to the world! Let the trumpet of prophecy pass through my lips and awaken the sleepy earth!

Westerly wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?