You were like the wind in my life:
sometimes bitter cold,
sometimes you embraced me.
When you blew hard
it ruined all the fragile things;
and when you blew gently
it was enough to move me.
On warm days you were a south wind
bringing hope and renewal;
but in the winter season
I could sense the end was near.
You were never anything I could grasp
even though I felt you:
When I reached out, there you were;
as I closed my arms, there was nothing.
You dried my tears and burned my lips.
You made the heat bearable
and the cold even worse.
You were like a dance –
a sweeping cloud of leaves –
but the steps were just beyond me.
Friend of hawks! stirrer of deep waves,
beginner of storms
and end to my peace and calm…
My wind-vane points the way
but I can’t catch up.
You were always on the move:
heading towards me, running away.
I hear news of you. They tell stories.
But however far you go
to my thoughts you keep returning.
sometimes bitter cold,
sometimes you embraced me.
When you blew hard
it ruined all the fragile things;
and when you blew gently
it was enough to move me.
On warm days you were a south wind
bringing hope and renewal;
but in the winter season
I could sense the end was near.
You were never anything I could grasp
even though I felt you:
When I reached out, there you were;
as I closed my arms, there was nothing.
You dried my tears and burned my lips.
You made the heat bearable
and the cold even worse.
You were like a dance –
a sweeping cloud of leaves –
but the steps were just beyond me.
Friend of hawks! stirrer of deep waves,
beginner of storms
and end to my peace and calm…
My wind-vane points the way
but I can’t catch up.
You were always on the move:
heading towards me, running away.
I hear news of you. They tell stories.
But however far you go
to my thoughts you keep returning.