She is coming
From the west
From the east
From the north
From the south
Emerging to all the ends of ends
Roaring to all that lays above
All will run
All will hide
The proud, rich, poor and the humble too
All will seek refuge from her
For she is God of her season
And she will storm whenever she pleases
For the world deserves not her reason
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem