Their shields with thunder peal and fiery swords flash,
Then forth on high my fettered hands I lay:
Rise up, O Storm, in all your horror and might,
The elements’ eternal rage awake!
Let earth be tumbled down in ruin, fire, night;
The sea and rivers’ floods the lowlands take!
Whate’er our master’s is, destroy speedily,
Tear soil with waves, the meads to wastes condemn,
Shake blossom from its branch and fruit from palm tree,
Break, fell, disroot with might each graceful stem!