That wind flows from the east
Tells about the glory of golden rays
Holds the warmth of the glittering light
As the soft puffs of air praise the colours…

The wind moves towards the south
Sits on a white blossomed creeper
Sings the music of flowers
As the green leaves accompanies the song…

The wind blows across west
Plays wildly with the white laces of waves
Looks in dismay the depths of wonders
As the golden chariot sets on dusk…

The wind turns as breeze to the north
Rests on leaves with sleeping birds
Settles on the clouds of grey horizon
As the stars light the dreams of night!