اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
West wind the breath of autumn's being
Are driven like ghosts from enchanter fleeing
Wild spirit moving everywhere
Destroyer and preserver hear, oh, hear
There on whose stream mid the steep skies commotion
Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean
Angels of rain and lightning there are spread
Like the bright hair uplifted from her head
