Sad the wind is here again,

The wind lamenting,

Even the trees are wailing,

All nature losing strength;

The leaves have

Deserted the trees,

Leaving all of them bare;

What a sad state they are in!

O what a killing wind!

It has blown off all the flowers,

Many were the flowers in lovely bloom,

Today all their sweetness is gone.

The bees are mourning,

The wind has spelt their doom,

On flowers their life depends,

On what now will they live!

Sadness has descended upon everything,

All nature is bewildered.

It is water that gives them life

And the wind has taken all away;

The drought

Has made them weak.

Harmattan! When will it depart

And leave the world to happiness?

Yes, it is sad

That decay and sorrow so encompass us

Yet Harmattan is clearing

The world for good tidings,

Is clearing the world

For rain and happiness,

Yes, it is preparing the world

For plenty, contentment.

And so it is with every life,

Sometimes Harmattan sweeps through it,

Then heads are bowed with sorrow,

Sometimes inevitable seems weeping.

At such times

Do not weep,

For rains surely follow drought

When the world smiles again.