O’ Wanderer Wind,

Tell me, where have you been.

Like a nomad you love travelling

and are blessed to always be blowing.

You tease the Sun for following a routine

while you rise and swirl at your will.

You ogle at the majestic mountains while squeezing through the valley and whistle your presence as you rush past in a hurry.

You playfully engage with the blooming flowers and borrow their fragrance cleverly, to charm others on your onward journey.

You even caress the green grass as you sail past, flooring it with your flirtatious touch.

Blowing over the Sea you leave behind ripples many, suggesting your romantic alliance with the blue sea.

You kiss the falling raindrops, swaying them off their feet while turning them into mist magically.

I wish I could be as carefree as you,

blowing where ever I wish to be.

O philanderer Wind,

Tell me, where have you been ?