Holy Inana embarked on the [...] the barge. [...] The south wind, that south wind, rose up. The evil wind, that evil wind, rose up. In the distantheavens. [...] The fisherman [...] Adagbir answered holy Inana: [...] "My lady, if you travel on the barge, andhe raises the south wind, that south wind, and he raises the evil wind, that evil wind, barges and small boats will sink in the marshes."
Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay In the gay woods and in the golden air, Like to a good old age released from care, Journeying, in long serenity, away. In such a bright, late quiet, would that I Might wear out life like thee, mid bowers and brooks, And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks, And music of kind voices ever nigh; And when my last sand twinkled in the glass, Pass silently from men as thou dost pass.
And the South Wind—he was dressed With a ribbon round his breast That floated, flapped, and fluttered In a riotous unrest And a drapery of mist From the shoulder to the wrist Floating backward with the motion Of the waving hand he kissed.
