Catch the wind on a summer night
Blow it again across the plains
Speak, but a word, along with the air,
that calls the rolling hills and streams
Come dear friends, greet the sky
Laugh with the moon, till your laughter runs dry
Seep new life into the enriched ground
Taste the dawn that your love had found
The day comes swift, along with my heart
Blow the breeze again, throw it like a dart
Then come my friends, the moon, hills, and streams
Bring life to this world of sorrow’s sad scenes
For if the breeze stopped, and the sun shined no more,
would we be as delighted by what darkness’s womb bore?
Would the hills come with the streams to greet the moon,
or stay far away, leaving laughter in a tomb?