Blow, fickle wind, blow,
up north, down south,
over shores, over slopes,
Blow mighty inland and out.
Blow a strong breeze over calm meadow leas—
eastward, westward and all over.
Stir swirling gales into smooth crystal seas.
Raise a mountain wave—pull it up, over and under.
Make city lights dance with a cool ruffling breeze,
awaken the dead in deep slumber.
Blow a whisper air over roofs, over trees,
over warm sleeping bodies all flushed in fever.
Blow my thoughts aloft, blow away my senses,
for my mind is tired of thinking troubles over.
Blow, fickle wind lest I put down my defenses
to run off, intoxicated, from a life calm and sober.
