Wind's four quarters, air and fire
Earth and water, hear my desire
Grant my plea who stands alone--
Maiden, Warrior, Mother and Crone.

Eastern wind, blow clear, blow clean,
Cleanse my body of its pain,
Cleanse my mind of what I've seen,
Cleanse my honor of its stain.
Maid whose love has never ceased
Bring me healing from the East.

Southern wind, blow hot, blow hard,
Fan my courage to a flame,
Southern wind, be guide and guard,
Add your bravery to my name.
Let my will and yours be twinned,
Warrior of the Southern wind.

Western wind, blow stark, blow strong,
Grant me arm and mind of steel.
On a road both hard and long,
Mother, hear me where I kneel.
Let no weakness on my quest
Hinder me, wind of the West.

Northern wind, blow cruel, blow cold,
Sheathe my aching heart in ice,
Armor 'round my soul enfold.
Crone, I need not call you twice.
To my foes bring the cold of death!
Chill me, North wind's frozen breath.

Wind's Four Quarters
by Mercedes Lackey