Everyone thought that I am a breeze
Flowing gently over hills and vales,
Regaling all those who come my way,
Revitalizing those whose heart ails.
Air, that I am, I have various shapes
And the tender breeze was just one form;
When time summons me to rise,
My own strength I outperform.
Stronger and stronger I blow and blow
Stirring all those who come my way;
Affection does win me over anytime
But arrogance makes me harder sway.
The more the hostility, the more my outburst,
My anger then assumes the form of tempest;
Crushing everything that comes in my path,
Submerging the vast cities and the forests!
I am a woman
The way you perceive me, a reflection you shall see;
If you love and admire me, I shall be a gentle breeze,
If you downcast me, I shall rise like a phoenix!