Like drops of rain in rainy days
Shower your songs
On my face
On my breast
Like lights from the eastern skies
Let it drop on my eyes
Like the heavy downpour of darkened nights
Let it drop on my mind
Let it drop on my weal, on my woe
Like drops of rain in rainy days.
The branch that yields no flower or fruit
Let your rain-soaked wind wake it up
Whatever is worn, whatever is torn
And what is lifeless in me
Let your music drop on them
On all my hunger and all my thirst
Let your song eternally drop
Like drops of rain in rainy days.
