Rain on me, my love,
your love:
the garden of my soul
is parched dry from the drought
you caused, when you went away
a year ago
leaving me alone
all, all alone
in my cottage of sorrow.
All those misty clouds of hope
floated away along with you
ever since you left me -
my heart is now dead and blank
like the empty grey cloudless sky,
how I anguish, I yearn
for a drop of rain.
Rain on me your kisses,
my love,
my lips have cracked from dryness
caused by the long sorrow
of your painful absence
ever since you left me
alone, all all alone.
When you come back, my love
bring all your clouds with you
and rain on me
again, your love
rain on me, again
your kisses.
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I would like to translate this poem
painful absence. Your love rain on me. I like this poem.