A gathering of the winds was to be held that evening,

The night air silent and calm.

Like a reunion of old acquaintances who decided to meet

On a random date, impromptu.

Cheerful Zephyrus came early that afternoon,

With a sweet spring air trailing behind him,

The waters were blessed with abundance,

And the hills sang with the flowers and the birds.

Then quietly swept in Eurus,

The shy but kind spirit of them all,

He brought with him a soft shower of rain

And some sunshine to spare.

Billowed in hot-tempered Notos,

The air behind him searing with anger,

The ground beneath him dried and cracked;

Heat and drought were his gifts to the world.

Stormed in cold, unforgiving Boreas,

A torrent of winter hailed his presence!

Ice and lightning together conjoined,

A violent discord to terror the earth!

All the four Winds clasped each other’s hands,

And began to dance and sing.

The land and its inhabitants looked on,

Fearing that something strange was stirring.

Zephyrus blessed the union with beautiful majesty.

Eurus slipped in the wet, warm rain.

Notos burned the air with his infinite anger.

And Boreas blended it all together.

Nothing was more important nor powerful

Than the ritual of the Winds.

The trees and the flowers held dearly to their posts

While mankind hid in their homes.

A gathering of the Winds was held that evening,

And nothing was left unstirred.

The wild union of all the spirits,

Left the earth speechless.