O nor'wester! sweep away sweep away just,
All my hidden pains of past,
Sobs and sighs shouldn't any more last.

Royal poinciana is smiling in red,
Why am I feeling like lying on sick bed?
Let me be stormy and dread.

Look! this nor'wester has no pretension,
He is pure burning in sun sensation,
Has no secret trap or illusion.

O nor'wester! please restore my real being,
Let me dance like wind whirling,
Let beauty dazzle like revolutionary uprising.

So long this mind is empty,
A dais there is adorned with fabulous beauty,
Please give me flowers revolutionary red mighty.

Come come brush of red deep,
O blue past! don't peep,
Come shiny dawn! I won't weep.