Khúc ca gửi ngọn gió tây (3) Ode to the west wind (3)

Ode to the west wind (3)

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, -

Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave's intenser day, -

All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers -

Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know -

Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear! -