The tempest has a restless heart
And a turbulent soul
And never will her fury end
Until she has complete control.
Her savage winds, they rake the earth
Her omnipotent gale, is
Guided by her careful hands, and
Never will she fail.
Even the clouds cry out to her
Like the trees who moan so wearily
'Will you never stop, Tempest?
Will you never cease? '
The tempest, she ignores them
But then turns back in a whirl
With a vengeful conscience
And an angry snarl
'Never, never, never! Never, not until,
I have the world within my grasp, and then I'll have it all.'
Then with a roar, a scream, a growl, she turned back upon,
Them and said, 'Not until the whole world is in my hands, and the whole world I only have.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem