Take me with you, O whispering wind,
Make me your bosom good friend.
Take me to the joyful hills,
Over the infinite winding rills.
I yearn to see the emerald seas,
Sweep by means of lush inexperienced fields and timber;
Watch the tiny world from excessive,
Glide by means of downy clouds in sky.
Circulation by means of air sans any care,
Winging by means of the hemispheres;
Dropping observe of the best way,
Discovering myself on a regular basis.
O zephyr! Come and take my hand,
And take me to that magic land;
In magical stallions we will journey,
To a spot the place peace and love abides.
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