Oh west wind, wrongfully called wild,
Oh dear and tender Zephyrus,
How could ever be your name befiled,

If they knew your soft caress?
A face so soft and rounded strong,
And warm hands that softly comb through hairs.

Yet do I despair now when I see
The face that I adore.
I see it dying, Zephyrus, why?

Tell me, let me be part of your
Sorrow and I will take your fate.
Why, my love, do you look so sore?

Is it us? Exhausts exhaust,
Did we **** you in cold blood?
Were you the one our lives have cost?

Your lips they shiver white,
Are you cold, Zephyrus, are you
Still alright? It’s a fever! Am I right?

My love, stay, I beg and plead,
Don’t die there, Zephyrus,
We'll get through this, I'll keep you upheaved.

Zephyrus, please, where are you, are you gone?
Zephyrus mine, don’t be dead.
I want you to know that, I love you, Zephyrus, even if it’s wrong.
I too have died, Zephyrus, knowing that I stopped your song.