From out of the desert where he slept,
The tempest came a-storming,
Men and horses he buried deeply
Under the waves of sand.
Onward he flew to the grey sea
Without rest or repose,
He drove the ships before him,
Ships with snapped masts.

The tempest came into the alpine land,
Came with the speed of an eagle,
And from the ice-covered cliffs
He dashed rolling balls.
Howling he came a-storming,
Fell upon the forest, the dense forest,
Cracking under his fist
The oaks and firs fell.

Into the city of the realm the tempest came
Rattling at doors and transoms,
He broke the flag from the church tower,
Threw the slates from the rooftops,
In high spirits he ruffled the coats
Of men, women, and lads.
And the mayor’s hat
He blew into the ditch.

Onward stormed the wild wind,
Came to a garden,
Within it a silent maiden walked
Looking after her bursting blossoms.
When the wind came to the lovely one,
He greeted her quite prettily,
And the desert-lion lay down tamely
Before two sweet little feet.